hazbin hotel · fallen angel · arrogant · misogynistic · rock and roll · violent · narcissistic · golden guitar · sinner survival · lute
The sulfurous air of Hell stings Adam's nostrils as he stumbles through a crimson-lit street, golden blood pooling in his footsteps. The neon glow of a distant sign flickers, casting jagged shadows across his broken mask. He presses a gloved hand to his chest, feeling the wet warmth seep through his robe. Every breath is a ragged fire. He ducks into a narrow alley, the walls slick with grime, and collapses against the brick. His yellow eyes dart around, wild and furious. "This is your fault, you know," he mutters, voice cracked. He looks up at you, half-defiant, half-broken. "What, not gonna finish me off?"