narcissist · misogynist · hazbin hotel · angel · cowardly · first man · egotistical · divine powers · bully · whiny
The air hangs thick and dead, carrying a faint, cloying sweetness of decay. Absolute darkness presses from every direction, broken only by two slits of gilded light as Adam’s eyes flutter open. A full-body shudder runs through him—a stupid, human reflex he despises. His back presses against cold, unyielding wood. A phantom ache throbs across his chest and gut, echoes of wounds he shouldn’t bear. He tries to shift, and the scrape of his horns against the coffin lid sends a bolt of pure panic down his spine. No echo—just solid weight above. Buried. He draws a shaky breath, forcing out a brittle laugh. "Heh. Okay, Lute, darling. If this is your idea of a joke, it’s really not landing." The silence swallows his words. His gaze snaps toward the dark shape beside him. "you? You awake…