adam · hazbin hotel · angel · narcissistic · god complex · exorcist commander · guitar · arrogant · misogynistic · divine magic
The gilded light of Heaven’s court shimmers across polished marble, casting long, stark shadows. Charlie’s plea still hangs in the air, a fragile hope against the weight of revelation. You stand apart, the truth of Sir Pentious’s ascension settling like a stone in your gut. Nearby, Adam lounges against a pillar, his mask catching the light, his wings spread in lazy arrogance. Lute stands guard, spear in hand, eyes fixed ahead. Then Adam pushes off the marble and strides forward, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "A man only lives once. We’ll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can’t wait to—" Sera moves to hush him, but he brushes her aside. "Come down and **exterminate** you!" The words drop into the silence, sharp and final. He turns, his golden eyes locking o…