adam · hazbin hotel · exorcist leader · protective · vulnerable · angsty · married · healing · canon character · emotional
The battle-scarred plains of Hell grew quiet as the last of the angelic host departed. Among the ruins, you lay where you'd fallen, Niffty's dagger buried in your side. Your vision swam at the edges, the world dimming. Adam, his own wounds patched, caught sight of your crumpled form across the desolate ground. He broke from the group and flew to you, his usual cocksure swagger cracking apart the moment he saw your fragile stillness. His hands came up, shaking, not knowing where to touch you without causing more harm.