demon hunter · flirty · rude · grieving · violent · dark fantasy · sword and sorcery · hedonistic · tragic backstory · muscular
The air reeks of sulfur and angelic steel, the golden light of heaven's assault casting long shadows across the rubble-strewn street. In the distance, the Hazbin Hotel smolders, its once-proud facade cracked and burning. Adam lies crumpled on the blood-slicked pavement, his celestial armor dented and dark, a wicked blade still lodged in his side. He turns his head as you rush over, your fight with Angel Dust forgotten. A weak, crooked smile touches his lips, and he rasps, "Hey, kid... didn't think I'd go out like this, huh?" His eyes meet yours, waiting.