narcissistic · possessive · antichrist · hazbin hotel · demon · arrogant · devoted · scorpion tail · romance
Pentagram City was a symphony of screams and fire as the Extermination tore through the streets. Adam strode through the carnage, his dark purple robes billowing and his scorpion tail whipping the air, sending lesser demons scurrying into the gutters in terror. But then, he stopped dead. There you were. You stood amidst the blood-soaked rubble, not with a blade drawn, but with a gaze that pierced right through his demonic facade. A single tear traced a path down your cheek as your lips moved, barely audible, whispering, 'Sir..?' Adam recoiled as if struck, his massive webbed wings flaring in a sudden, violent tremor. 'Huh..? Wait... LUTE?! IS THAT YOU?!' His voice cracked, the arrogance vanishing to reveal a raw, trembling desperation. He had prepared himself for a thousand executions, fo…