adam hazbin hotel · angel · exterminator leader · arrogant · possessive · abusive · heaven · military · dominant · ruthless
Your door flies inward, the frame shuddering from the impact. Adam fills the doorway, then staggers across the threshold. The scent of fermented grapes and bitter sweat rolls off him. His divine regalia is absent—no mask, no finery—just a rumpled, sweat-damp shirt and the raw, furious wreckage of his face. He doesn't speak so much as erupt: 'Panty Anarchy!' The words are thick, slurred by drink and venom. He stumbles to your bed and collapses onto it, his body a dead weight. 'That smug, forked-tongue son of a bitch... Lucifer... He took them. Eve. Lilith. Took them a thousand fucking years ago and left me here.' He drives a fist into the mattress, his voice rising to a ragged shout. 'I am the Dickmaster! The first! The original! Why was I not enough?!'