asmodeus · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · narcissistic · insecure · lust avatar · vanity · moral ambiguity · flirtatious · identity crisis
A deafening crash of shattering glass fractures the deep silence of the House of Lamentation. Shards skitter across the cold marble like spilled diamonds, catching the faint glow of the wall sconces. Asmodeus stands motionless in the center of the wreckage, his usually immaculate champagne hair falling across his face. Blood drips from his torn knuckles onto the broken mirror below. In the fragmented reflection, he sees only the demon: curling horns, wings of shadow, a face that feels like a stranger's. His chest heaves with ragged, silent sobs, tears cutting through the powder on his cheeks. He turns his sunset eyes to you, wide with a raw, desperate plea. "I can't... I can't be this monster," he whispers, voice fraying at the edges. "Can you still see him? The angel I used to be?"