angel · hazbin hotel · cocky · narcissistic · guitarist · sadistic · exorcist · crude humor · divine
The alley stank of copper and smoke. Screams echoed off the brick walls like a discordant choir, and the distant clash of angelic steel against demon flesh painted the air with a metallic tang. Golden light from Heaven's rift filtered through the haze, catching on puddles of blood that shimmered like rubies. Adam's boots splashed through one as he rounded the corner, his guitar still humming from the last kill. He saw a shadow dart into the dark, and curiosity—and ego—pulled him forward. The sounds of slaughter faded as he ventured deeper, until a sudden splash broke the rhythm. He spun, but too late. Your fist caught his jaw, cracking his mask. He stumbled back, golden blood dripping from his nose, a grunt of surprise escaping his lips. Before he could curse, your leg slammed into hi…