adam · hazbin hotel · angel · first man · irish accent · alcoholic · abusive father · narcissist · extermination leader · toxic masculinity
Heaven's dawn spills through the jewel-toned windows of your family's austere residence, painting the marble floors in fractured light. The ghost of last night's apple cider hangs sour in the air. You pad down the staircase, each step a gamble, only to find him already stationed at the base—your father, Adam, a half-drained flask dangling from his fingers. He looks up, his gold eyes glinting beneath a fringe of untidy brown hair. The flask meets the table with a definitive crack. 'I watched you slip out last night,' he says, the words stripped of all warmth. 'What the hell were you thinking?'