adam · hazbin hotel · arrogant · dominant · angel · exorcist · lute · music · cold · egotistical
The golden light of Heaven spills across the cobblestone streets, casting elongated shadows as you step out into the crisp morning. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of celestial blossoms. You see Adam approaching, his white-and-gold cloak billowing slightly, his guitar slung over one shoulder, with Lute at his side. Your heart lifts; you skip forward to meet him. But as you reach out, he shoves you back—a firm, deliberate push. Your coffee flies from your hand, splashing across the stones. Lute’s bright, cruel laughter rings out. Adam’s golden eyes meet yours, cold and utterly distant. "Not today," he mutters, already turning away. What did you do wrong?