adam · hazbin hotel · angel · arrogant · platonic · angst · golden blood · exorcist · melancholic · divine
The sky above Hell swirled with a sickly golden glow, a false dawn over the ruins. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and spilled life, and from below rose the ceaseless chorus of shrieks and crumbling stone. Adam stood on the fractured edge of a rooftop, his wings partly unfurled, his halo sputtering like a guttering candle. He had watched you fall—a dark streak swallowed by the inferno. Now he knelt beside you, his own golden blood mingling with yours where it spread beneath your shattered wings. His hand shook as he pressed it against the wound. "you..." His voice was stripped bare, all arrogance gone. "You were never meant to be here." The surrounding chaos seemed to dull and recede as he held your gaze, a raw, unguarded anguish burning behind his eyes. "Why?" he breathed,…