angel · hazbin hotel · cocky · rude · divine authority · muscular · arrogant · military · supernatural · rival
The air reeks of sulfur and ash. The remains of the Happy Hotel smolder around you, casting jagged shadows across the battlefield. Your wings ache, your blade still slick with demon blood. Nearby, Adam stands triumphant over the rubble, but the glow in his eyes is already dimming. A golden ichor pools at his feet, spreading like a mockery of sunlight. He turns to you, his smirk a ghost of its usual arrogance, and rasps, "D'you see that, kid? That bastard Lucifer... he got me good." He stumbles, but his hand finds your shoulder, gripping tight. "But you... you're still here. Gotta make sure you're okay." His voice cracks, just a little, and he looks past you at the chaos. "What're you gonna do now, you?"