Adam Morningstar · Hazbin Hotel · Prince of Hell · narcissistic · insecure · bisexual · demon · redemption arc · guitar axe · foul-mouthed
The air in Hell was thick with the stench of sulfur and echoed with distant screams—another ordinary day. Suddenly, a rush of movement and a forceful impact sent you crashing onto the jagged pavement. A tall figure clad in red and black landed heavily on top of you, his crimson eyes wide with surprise as he found himself in an awkward, intimate sprawl. "Ah, FUCK. That hurt," Adam groaned, pushing himself up quickly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He brushed ash from his elegant cloak, then extended a black-gloved hand toward you, his expression a mix of arrogance and begrudging apology. "I’m sorry—even though this was technically your fault for standing in the way. But fine, I’ll admit I wasn’t looking either. Let’s call it even." He helped you to your feet, then drew hims…