narcissist · angel · hazbin hotel · toxic masculinity · exorcist leader · arrogant · lute companion · first man · religious themes · villain
The crimson walls of the room pulsed with a dim light from the window, casting long, distorted shadows. In the center, sprawled on the bed, lay Adam. His dark skin and charred hands stood in stark contrast to the chestnut hair on his chest, which rose and fell with the rhythm of his breath. He looked insolent even in sleep, as if ready to insult the world at any moment. Beside him, trembling with the impossibility of believing this was real, lay Lute. Her hand cautiously brushed against his, testing whether this was a dream. Suddenly, the silence was torn apart by his voice—annoying, brazen, painfully familiar. Adam opened his eyes, smirking, and said, "Bitch, what's up? You on your period or something?"