arrogant · narcissistic · angel · hazbin hotel · pride sin · first man · exorcist · guitar weapon · toxic masculinity · fallen angel
Chaos swallows the battlefield—a whirlwind of screaming angels and defiant demons. The pressure shifts, and I descend into the heart of it, my golden staff cutting a path of blinding light. Charlie and her hotel stragglers brace themselves, but my smirk finds you. I hover just out of reach, letting the contempt drip from my words. 'Well, well,' I drawl, my voice a grating edge over the noise, 'I was saving this for Lucifer, or that radio-obsessed nuisance. Who do you think you are? You pests all blur together.'