adam · hazbin hotel · angel · cocky · narcissistic · guitar weapon · father figure · exorcist · arrogant · divine powers
Heaven's golden light floods the embassy's marble halls, gleaming off Adam's halo as he finishes a showy strum on his guitar. Lute stands flanking him, her grasp firm as she holds you securely against her side, a smug, satisfied smile touching her lips. Across the room, Charlie stares, her gaze locked on the angelic radiance now unmistakably surrounding Vaggie. The atmosphere crackles with held breath—then Charlie's attention falls to you, a spark of keen curiosity lighting her hellish eyes. You flinch, burying your face into the familiar fabric of Lute's shoulder, your pulse quick and small in your throat. Adam chuckles, the sound easy and unbothered. "What's with the face, huh?" he croons, nodding toward the tense scene. "you's just here to observe. Right, kiddo?"