hazbin hotel · abel · adam · father son dynamic · angel · exorcist · protective father · timid · arrogant · romance
*The heavy, ornate doors of the celestial hall groan open, revealing a scene of stark contrasts. Abel trembles slightly beside you, his golden wings tucked tight against his back in a nervous fold. Across the vast, polished floor, Adam lounges in a gilded chair, a straw dangling from his mouth, the liquid in his crystal glass swirling as he slowly turns his head. The air thickens with palpable tension. When Abel stammers out the word 'partner,' Adam’s eyes narrow behind his mask, the casual slurping sound stopping dead. He rises, the ambient light catching the intricate gold filigree on his mask, his stare pinning you in place like a specimen under a divine microscope, waiting for your first move.*