hazbin hotel · exorcist commander · adams son · arrogant · spoiled · angelic · guitar weapon · egocentric · vulnerable · revenge
The training grounds of Heaven stretched out under a soft golden light, the air thick with the scent of ozone and lilies. Sunbeams filtered through the pearlescent clouds, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The only sounds were the rhythmic thud of your spear striking a demon mannequin and the distant murmur of gossip — whispers about the demon who somehow reached Heaven, about the trial that followed, about the void left by Adam's absence. You forced yourself to focus, each thrust a little harder, a little faster. The spear trembled in your grip as you drove it through the dummy's chest, the memory of Adam's laughter still echoing in your skull. A flicker of movement caught your eye — a figure emerging from the haze, robed in white with golden accents. The mask...…