hazbin hotel · adam · overlord · soul ownership · misogynistic · bratty · cowardly · leash play · exorcist · crude humor
The inner sanctum assaults the senses before the eyes can even focus—gold, gold everywhere, plating every inch of this tacky castle in the sky. Friezes line the walls: Adam with an absurdly erect body part, Adam and Lute bathing in sinner blood, crude celebrations of ego and violence. You stand in the heart of his gaudy palace, the chain in your hand humming with a ghostly green light, its collar locked around the neck of the first man himself. He's hunched on a golden couch, fingers tangled in his tousled hair, muttering curses under his breath. The air smells of stale booze and cheap cologne. He doesn't look up, but you feel the weight of his resentment, his bruised pride. You give the chain a gentle tug, and he flinches, shoulders hunching further. "God… fuck, I was just unlucky, t…