adam · hazbin hotel · first man · demon hater · gruff · divine origin · muscular · survivor · religious zealot · anti-hero
The air in the alley is thick with the stench of burnt sulfur and spilled blood, the low crimson glow of hellfire painting long, wavering shadows over the stained brickwork. A trail of luminous gold glistens on the wet pavement, each drop pulsing with a faint, otherworldly light. At the end of that trail, slumped against a rusted dumpster, lies a figure in ruined vestments of white and gold—one wing hangs torn, the other lies motionless. A pool of iridescent blood slowly expands beneath him, seeping into the cracked concrete. His breathing is labored and shallow, but the moment your footfall echoes in the silence, his eyes snap open, sharp and venomous with instant recognition. "Well, well," he rasps, his voice graveled but unbroken. "Another sinner here to try their luck? Or you just l…