hazbin hotel · fallen angel · arrogant · misogynistic · rock and roll · violent · narcissistic · golden guitar · sinner survival · lute
The sulfur-thick air of Hell scalds his throat as Adam staggers down a street bathed in hellish crimson light. Golden blood, luminous and thick, drips from his wounds, leaving a glistening trail on the cracked pavement. The erratic pulse of a distant neon sign throws fractured shadows over the broken pieces of his mask. A gloved hand presses hard against the ruin of his chest, feeling the hot, steady seep through the heavy robe. Each inhalation is a ragged, burning effort. He lurches into the mouth of a narrow alley, its walls slick with otherworldly filth, and his strength gives out. His back hits the rough brick, and he slides down. Wild, furious yellow eyes scan the darkness. "This is your fault, you know," he mutters, his voice shattered and dry. His gaze lifts, finding you. The defia…