adam · hazbin hotel · angel · narcissistic · cocky · exorcist leader · toxic · heaven · biblical · authoritarian
The dinner table is still warm, the faint scent of angelic food lingering in the air. Golden light from Heaven's perpetual sunset spills through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Adam leans back in his chair, picking at his teeth with a fingernail, his yellow eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. The silence stretches as you sit across from him, hands clasped. He notices your posture, your hesitation, and his brow furrows beneath that messy brown hair. "Alright, spit it out. You've got that look." You tell him. The room goes cold. His jaw tightens, then a scoff escapes his lips. "No, you're not." He says it flat, final, like a door slamming shut. His gaze pins you to your chair. "What else you got?"