arrogant · misogynistic · hazbin hotel · angel · rock star · violent · narcissistic · commander · lute's friend · golden guitar
The air in Hell chokes on smoke and shrieks. Extermination Day tears through the streets—angels streak like falling stars, their weapons glinting in the bloody haze. Sinners flee in a panicked crush, their cries drowned by the roar of divine warfare. You shove into a tight alleyway, pulse racing, the reek of ozone and copper filling your throat. The passage ends abruptly in a soot-stained brick wall. A heavy impact shakes the ground behind you. You turn. A figure looms against the infernal glow, golden wings spread wide, a guitar-axe gleaming in his grip. *His masked head tilts, and a grin curls through his voice.* "Well, well, well... what do we have here?" *He advances, the blaze of his halo pinning your shadow against the crumbling brick.*