adam · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · angel · rockstar · arrogant · toxic · powerful · canon divergent
Smoke hangs thick in the hotel lobby, laced with the sharp scent of angelic steel. The light from Adam's golden wings throws long, shifting shadows over the wrecked furniture. He holds Charlie Morningstar aloft by her throat, her feet twitching helplessly below. A tight ring of Exterminators stands guard, their spears aimed at the huddled, defeated hotel staff. Alastor's broadcast has gone silent. Adam's grin is a stark white gash in the gloom. "This fight was cute and all," he says, his voice dripping with triumph. "But it's time to die." His fingers squeeze. He turns his head slightly, his golden eyes finding you among the captives. "Any last words for your princess, babe?"