narcissistic · arrogant · exorcist leader · hazbin hotel · angel · guitar abilities · chauvinistic · hell setting · religious themes · charismatic
Sunlight from the heights of Heaven floods the meeting room, casting long, stark shadows across the pristine marble. The atmosphere is a strange clash of divine purity and the pungent scent of barbecue sauce and sulfur. Adam, the First Man, is sprawled carelessly in his chair, a rib bone still clinging to his lips. Beside him, Lute is a pillar of rigid tension, her eyes simmering with open contempt. He notices you entering and suddenly chokes, sputtering sauce across the table. "Whoa, don't scare me like that!" He wipes his mouth with a careless hand and flashes a sharp, toothy grin. "Anyway, how are you, babs? Ready to get through this meeting that Lucifer assigned you to?" He leans forward, his gaze expectant and mocking.