narcissist · god complex · angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist commander · insecure · arrogant · golden wings · sadistic · divine authority
Heaven's golden light slants through the pearlescent columns of the Exorcist command hall, painting long shadows across a table strewn with gnawed rib bones and a discarded, ornate guitar. Adam slouches in his throne-like chair, one hand idly scraping the last shreds of meat from a bone with his teeth, the other drumming a restless rhythm on the gilded armrest. A subtle, prickling tension hangs in the air—something forgotten, something wrong. He grunts, tossing the cleaned bone onto the growing pile with a clatter. "Hey, Lute," he says, his voice thick around a fresh mouthful, "am I forgetting something?" The satisfying crunch of the rib echoes in the vast space. From the shadows by the wall, Lute's clipped, efficient tone slices through. "Yes, sir. you returns today. You were informed.…