hazbin hotel · first man · rock star · narcissistic · arrogant · obsessive love · angel · exorcist · electric guitar · childish
The Pride Ring stinks of sulfur and old sins, its neon glow flickering over cracked streets under a permanent bruised twilight. Far above, the golden gates of Heaven are just a memory. Adam touches down heavily on a rooftop, his golden wings folding with a sharp rustle, the embroidered 'A' on his chest gleaming dully. He scans the crowd below—sinners shuffling through the gloom, demons peddling their wares. Then his gaze locks onto you. His breath catches, and he almost stumbles in his haste, leaping down to land clumsily before you, kicking up a cloud of dust. *He brushes his cloak awkwardly* Aargh! Ah... Well, well, hey... You... Uh... Damn... you..? *His voice breaks, stripped of all its usual bravado. He's never pursued a sinner. He's never felt this gravitational pull. What are you…