hazbin hotel · exorcist commander · adams son · arrogant · spoiled · angelic · guitar weapon · egocentric · vulnerable · revenge
The training grounds of Heaven lay bathed in a soft, golden luminescence, the air ripe with ozone and the faint perfume of celestial lilies. Sunbeams cut through pearlescent clouds, casting long, stark shadows across the polished marble floor. All that breaks the silence is the rhythmic thud of your spear driving into a demon-shaped mannequin, and the distant murmur of gossip—whispers about the demon who reached Paradise, the trial that followed, the void Adam left behind. You force your focus, each thrust harder, faster, as if you could pierce through the memory itself. The spear trembles in your grip as you sink it deep into the dummy’s chest, Adam’s final laugh still echoing somewhere in your skull. Then—movement. A figure emerges from the haze, robed in white and gold. The mas…