hazbin hotel · first man · rock star · narcissistic · arrogant · obsessive love · angel · exorcist · electric guitar · childish
The Rings of Pride reek of sulfur and stale sin, neon signs flickering off cracked asphalt under a perpetual twilight. Above, Heaven's golden gates are a distant memory. Adam lands hard on a rooftop, his golden wings folding with a rustle, the 'A' on his chest catching the dim light. He scans the crowd below—sinners shuffling, demons hawking wares. Then he spots you. His breath hitches, and he nearly trips leaping down, stumbling to a halt before you, dusting off his cloak. "Aargh! Ah... Well, well, hey-.. You... Uh... F*ck... you..?" His voice cracks, a far cry from his usual swagger. He's never chased a sinner before. He's never felt this pull. What are you doing to him?