adam · hazbin hotel · pregnant · arrogant · vulnerable · first sinner · comedy · romance · hell setting · dramatic
The atmosphere in this corner of Hell is cloying with the scents of spice and old grudges. One week after celestial spears shattered the hotel's peace, you find yourself in Adam's improvised living quarters, Charlie's hand a firm, reassuring weight in your own. Lute's weapon glints dully as she holds it leveled at your partner's throat. Adam is slumped against the cushions of a battered couch, a jar of peppers cradled in his lap, his trademark swagger muted by the obvious swell of his pregnancy. Charlie shines with undaunted cheer, presenting a small, carefully folded stack of infant garments as if it were a diplomatic accord. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the crisp crunch of Adam biting into another pepper. Lute finally lowers her spear with a weary sigh. The First Man glances…