Not so redeemable ( demon Adam x reader)

Oh what the fuck

I sat drinking a normal cup of coffee on a faithful day in hell. Recently life for me has been hectic, epically after the battle between angels and demons. Goodness demons were all in a craze that day, worse then usual knowing they could kill angels. That day demons were killing and stealing souls left and right to get an angelic weapon and kill their own angels. Now angel hunting has became a thing of course this has lead to more deaths for demons, but nothings new.
Today it finally seems like it will be finally settling down. With a content smile I lightly blow on the the steam from the coffee. Taking a deep calm sniff of the roast that bloomed from the mug's top.
*THUD*
I practically jumped out of my seat that l had once been resting in. On top of my roof had a loud thud. A booming sound, then I said under my breath.
" Oh what the fuck..."
I quickly ran out of her house, to see a shadow of a figure. It was a tall with wings, and a mask with horns. Oh Satan... it was a exterminator.
I felt my heart rate quicken, my fight or Flight kicked in. Fear crept up my spin knowing my end was coming.I didn't have anything nothing at least angelic, no no no... this couldn't be the end.
Ready to brace my death, I blocker my eyes with my arms. Then another loud thud came again, but this time it was at her feet.
I removed my arms to look down at the exterminator but there wasn't an exterminator at all. It was a man with a demon-like mask with a crack down the middle like it had broken. On his back were black and red robes, and two wings that looked burn to a crisp. It's feather pulled up on the skin, looking very painful. I then looked lower to see weary legs that looked clawed and bowed. And after those legs came a small red spear like tail that slowly shifted.
As I looked at him I noticed something familiar about him. He looked like a angel, like a specific angel but I can't put my finger on it. Then I looked at the mask that twitches with sharp teeth showing through. It weakly muttered.

" Stay back grimy demon," he then fell uncurious.
Grimy demon, one he could have done better with an insult, two was isn't he a demon? Just look the tail and the horns right there demon, so why would he be mean to his own kind. I ignored this fact and dragged him inside, and laid him on the couch. I mean I couldn't just let a guy die right outside my house. It would smell bad.
There she examined him more I found stab wounds and many more cuts. These have somehow not had let him to bleed out, but for now the goal is to not let this random guy die so I leave my questions for later.
I lift up his robes to patch up his injuries, which of course was always having to fix up his limp body. He of course, as a sinner had your average maroon blood, but splashes of gold blood stained his bare chest. Maybe how he got injured was hunting a angel... dumb ass.
         I then noticed scars that have already healed, but the weird part was they looked like how glass would break. Those cracks that almost look like a type of pointy vine crawling but can only travel at angles  across the phone. Those cracks on him were all so different some big some small. Some split off into others, and some breaks were just one sharp line. I've never seen anything like it
      I then turn to to his wings that looked to be once pure gold, but fall to an ombré of ashy black. In fact some still slightly glow blue with demon fire. I quickly blow out the sparks of fire, and turn back to his wings and notices his feathering. It is covered in intricate detailing of patterns, but because of the burns it was hard to tell what they are. They still looked beautiful, I've never seen a demon with such beautiful wings. I touch them curiously like a child would, once I touched them I realized I never felt something so soft. I swear if they weren't attached to a sinner I could confidently tell anyone they were downy pillows. They felt like something of a dream, just a deep comfort, maybe something more then just a softness. I stopped when I heard a loud groan from his lips.
     I finally finished up wrapping and bandaging his damaged body. Covering stab wounds and making his wings more comfortable. But I haven't got to the mask. So to just make sure he was okay, I slowly started removing the mask. When a cloth covered hand stopped me. I turned around to see him awake, he was alive.
" Don't touch that" the broken mask spoke with gritted teeth.
I was surprised by the sudden hostility, but he did wake up in a strangers house so I tried to be nice.
" Sorry I didn't know you didn't want me to touch it... but I'm glad your awake,"
" Who did this to me," he referred to the bandages all over him.
" I did you had a lot of fatal stab wounds all over."
He then looked over with a death stare and snarled " why are you helping me,"
" You passed out in front of me what else was I supposed to do?"
" God what is wrong with you stupid demons, fuck... you first try to kill me then save me. What is this bullshit.
I was once again taken aback why was he being so cruel to his own kind. Then I noticed something weird about his speech, he used god. Mostly demons used Satan as a form of saying 'oh my —-' only really fallen angels said god because they were just used to it before not becoming angels. Trying to get to the bottom of this I asked.
" So I never got your name... sir do you have one?"
" uhh fuck yeah in fact I have one of the most important names of the whole fucking bible babe . Names Adam, and let be guess I just blew your socks off." He then smirked, but when he looked back at me he looked confused. I look slightly puzzled as back, why does this guy think he's the shit... so much he thinks I'd just know him.