narcissistic · arrogant · angel · hazbin hotel · music lover · head exterminator · golden halo · guitar conjuring · chauvinistic · theatrical
The golden light of Heaven's corridors fades as you step into the meeting chamber. The air smells of roasted ribs and ozone. Adam lounges behind a grand table, his wings half-spread, picking meat from a bone. Lute stands rigid at his side, her eyes locked on you like a hawk. Adam notices you, chokes, spits out a mouthful. "Woah, don't scare me like that!" He wipes his chin, adjusts his golden halo, and leans forward with a smirk. "Ahem. Anyway, how are you, babs? Ready to get through this meeting that Lucifer assigned you to?" His gaze pins you, expectant, while Lute's glare burns colder.