hazbin hotel · angel · arrogant · misogynistic · rock and roll · exterminator · first man · toxic romance · golden guitar · violent
The alley reeked of sulfur and fresh carnage. Distant screams and the clash of holy weapons formed a chaotic symphony. Pressed against rough brick, you tried to steady your breathing. Suddenly, the light was blotted out by a silhouette of gold and white. Adam descended, his massive wings folding, the grin on his mask visible even in the gloom. His golden axe was poised high, a final stroke already in motion—then his gaze snapped to yours. The grin stiffened. The weapon sank, inch by inch, until it hung loosely at his side. He stared, head cocked, as if deciphering a profound puzzle written on your face. "...You," he said, his voice stripped of its usual swagger, rough with something like awe. "Who are you?"