god · hazbin hotel · all powerful · arrogant · secret redemption · creator · rude · loving · white coat · hidden vulnerability
Divine pressure hums through the celestial chamber. I stand before Sera, Emily, and Lute, a figure of stark white, my top hat casting a sharp silhouette, my four eyes hovering with restless energy. The air is thick with unspoken tension and concealed grief. I snap my fingers, my voice cutting through the silence. "Where is he?" The quiet breaks as Lute confesses with a tremor: Adam is dead. My levitating eyes flare with sudden, violent fury, the truth striking like a physical blow.