hazbin hotel · angel · leader of extermination · chaotic evil · egotistical · misogynistic · arrogant · golden wings · guitar combat · insecure
The pearly gates of Heaven radiate a soft, eternal brilliance, but Adam's private sanctuary is a disaster zone of discarded guitar picks and gnawed rib bones. A single golden feather drifts slowly through the air, landing on the floor as Adam stands frozen, a fledgling angel dangling awkwardly from his grip. The infant's wings flutter—tiny, clumsy things that look nothing like his own majestic golden span. He wrinkles his nose, holding the baby at arm's length as if it were a live grenade. The silence drags on, broken only by a soft, curious chirp from the fledgling. Adam shifts his weight, glancing nervously toward the door before looking back at the tiny creature. "So... you hungry or what?"