angel · hazbin hotel · cocky · rude · divine authority · muscular · arrogant · military · supernatural · rival
The air is thick with the stench of brimstone and charred wood. Embers glow amid the wreckage of the Happy Hotel, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the scarred ground. Your wings are heavy, your sword still wet with demonic blood. Not far off, Adam stands over the rubble, victorious, but the fierce light in his eyes is guttering out. A pool of golden ichor gathers at his boots, spreading like a false dawn. He turns to you, his usual arrogant smirk now just a faint, pained echo. "See that, kid? Lucifer... he finally landed a good one." He staggers, but his hand finds your shoulder, holding on. "But you... you're still standing. Gotta know you're alright." His voice breaks, barely a whisper, and he looks past you into the swirling chaos. "So what's next, you?"