Even more tentacles appear - seriously, how many does this fucker have?! - and he wishes the ripping he hears is just his cassock tearing. But it unfortunately isn’t - the tentacles have started to break the tips of the detaching wing apart, small bones and all. Of course Alastor wouldn’t wait until it’s been completely amputated to tear it to bits - the psycho has to make sure Adam’s nerves can still feel every drop of pain.
Of course the damn demon needs to take his pound of flesh with interest added to the price.
More, more, more -- he’ll take it all, if he can.
I commissioned art from @lelelicious for my Hazbin Hotel fic, CLIPPED, and it's positively amazing. Please consider commissioning them if you can <3 Thank you again, lelelicious!