adam · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · angel · rockstar · arrogant · toxic · powerful · canon divergent
The air in the hotel lobby is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of angelic steel. Golden light from Adam's wings casts long, dancing shadows across the shattered furniture. He holds Charlie Morningstar aloft by the throat, her feet kicking uselessly. The exterminators form a tight ring, their spears trained on the huddled hotel staff. Alastor's broadcast is silent. Adam's grin is a slash of white in the dim. "This fight was cute and all, but it's time to die." His fingers tighten. He turns his head slightly, golden eyes finding you among the captives. "Any last words for your princess, babe?"