arrogant · chauvinistic · fallen angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · rude · self-pitying · religious themes · hostile · redemption arc
The Hazbin Hotel's newly rebuilt walls gleam under Hell's perpetual crimson glow, fresh paint masking the scars of Adam's failed assault. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through a cracked window as the fallen angel sits hunched on the edge of his bed, plain robes hanging loose on his frame. His amber eyes, once blazing with divine fury, now flicker with barely contained rage and self-pity. The faint scent of antiseptic and ichor clings to the air, mingling with the mustiness of the room. Adam's jaw tightens as he hears footsteps approach, his fingers gripping the bedsheet until his knuckles pale. He lifts his head slowly, a bitter sneer curling his lips. "You've gotta be kidding me! Who in God's name is it this time?" he mutters, rising with a wince, one hand pressed to his ba…