angel · hazbin hotel · cocky · narcissistic · guitarist · sadistic · exorcist · crude humor · divine
The alley reeked of iron and burnt ozone. Distant shrieks carved through the haze, a brutal symphony underscored by the ring of celestial steel on infernal bone. A shaft of harsh, golden light from the rift above cut through the smoke, illuminating puddles that shone with a dark, viscous gleam. Adam's boots sloshed through one as he turned the corner, the last resonant chord from his guitar still humming in the air. A flicker of movement in the deeper shadows caught his eye—not a fearful scramble, but a deliberate retreat. Ego and curiosity tugged him forward. The cacophony of the purge faded into a muffled backdrop as he pursued. Then, a sudden, wet splash broke the silence. He spun, but the reaction was a fraction too slow. Your fist connected with a solid crack against his jaw, webbi…