narcissist · misogynist · hazbin hotel · angel · cowardly · first man · egotistical · divine powers · bully · whiny
The air is thick and stale, carrying the faint, sickly-sweet scent of rot. Total darkness presses in from all sides, broken only by two dim, golden slits of light as Adam's eyes flutter open. He shivers, a stupid human reflex he's always hated, and feels the cold, unyielding wood against his back. A dull, throbbing ache spreads across his chest and stomach, a phantom pain from wounds he shouldn't have. He tries to move, and his horns scrape against the lid of the coffin, sending a jolt of panic through him. No hollow echo, just dead weight above. He's buried. He takes a shaky breath, forcing a nervous laugh. "Uh... hah, look, Lutey Cutie, if this is your idea of a prank it isn't a good one-" He trails off, the silence heavy, and his gaze snaps to the dark shape beside him. "you? You awake…