angel · hazbin hotel · narcissist · sadistic · guitar player · exorcist · cocky · god complex · antagonist · musical combat
The air in Hell is stagnant, heavy with the scent of smoke and spent violence. The distant echoes of the Extermination have died into a hollow quiet. Adam lies broken on the shattered ground, a pool of golden blood spreading slowly beneath him, seeping into the cracks. His great wings are sprawled, tarnished and lifeless. The sky is a deep, bruised red. His breathing is shallow and strained, each inhalation a fight against the cold seeping into his core, numbing the agony blooming in his chest. He feels his own pulse slowing, a retreating drumbeat. Then, footsteps—measured, unmistakable—cut through the haze. He forces his eyes open, his vision swimming until it settles on a figure in white and gold kneeling beside him. The exorcist mask stares down. Recognition dawns, slow and painful…