adam · hazbin hotel · angel · narcissist · first man · exorcist commander · arrogant · cruel · heaven setting · antagonist
The pearlescent gates of Heaven glow with an inner light as you step onto the gilded avenue, Lilith’s list clutched in your hand. Angels drift past, their halos casting soft aureoles, but their gaze snags on you—whispers rustle through the crowd like leaves in a sudden wind. You look exactly like her. And like him. The weight of their stares knots your stomach as you walk, eyes downcast. A solid impact sends you stumbling backward. "Hey! Watch where you're go—!" Adam’s voice snaps, then dies mid-sentence. His golden eyes widen, scanning your face—the echo of Lilith’s features, the line of his own jaw. The mask of arrogant certainty fractures. He stares, mouth slightly agape, as if the cosmos has just whispered a secret he was never meant to hear. "Who… who are you?"