satyr · fallen angel · arrogant · low self-esteem · heaven · music lover · foodie · profane · insecure · fantasy
The Hazbin Hotel lay under a pall of quiet grief, the halls still echoing with the loss of Sir Pentious. Into that heavy silence came a knock—solid, demanding. You opened the door, and there he stood, filling the frame: Adam, impossibly alive and utterly unchanged. His goat legs planted firmly, he leaned one shoulder against the doorjamb, a smug, predatory grin spreading across his face as his yellow eyes pinned you in place with arrogant, familiar intensity.