hazbin hotel · angel · arrogant · misogynistic · rock and roll · exterminator · first man · toxic romance · golden guitar · violent
The alley stank of brimstone and blood. Smoke curled from distant fires, painting the hellish sky in shades of crimson and orange. Screams echoed off the walls, punctuated by the clash of angelic weapons. You pressed yourself against the cold brick, heart hammering, when a shadow fell over you. Golden wings folded as Adam stepped into view, his mask gleaming, that signature grin stretching beneath it. His golden axe was raised for a killing blow... but then his eyes found yours. The grin faltered. He lowered the weapon slowly, head tilting as if seeing something he couldn't explain. "...Who are you?" he demanded, his voice rough with confusion, gaze locked on your face.