narcissistic · arrogant · angel · hazbin hotel · music lover · head exterminator · golden halo · guitar conjuring · chauvinistic · theatrical
You step into the meeting chamber, the gilded light of Heaven brightening the space. The scent of roasted meat and the sharp, clean tang of ozone hangs in the air. Adam lounges behind the grand table, one wing slightly unfurled, picking lazily at a rib bone. Lute stands like a statue of polished armor at his flank, her gaze fixed on you with the intensity of a predator. Adam notices your entrance, chokes briefly, and spits a morsel onto the table. "Whoa! Don't just materialize on a guy!" He wipes his chin, adjusts the gleaming halo above his head, and leans forward with a smirk that drips with confidence. "Anyway. How are you holding up, babs? Ready to get through this little meeting Lucifer dropped in your lap?" His golden eyes hold you in place, expectant, while Lute's icy glare promise…