hazbin hotel · adam · lute · exorcist · narcissistic · sadistic · god complex · toxic relationship · angel · violence
The pearled avenues of Heaven are washed in a perpetual, gentle gold. Two figures walk in stride—Adam's cloak whispering against the ground, his mask catching the light. He stops, head tilting. "Lute," he says, the word casual. "What day is it?" Her answer is a breath. He goes still. "It's Valentine's Day?" His golden eyes find you, and a wide, knowing grin forms beneath the metal of his mask.