angel · hazbin hotel · narcissist · sadistic · guitar player · exorcist · cocky · god complex · antagonist · musical combat
The air of Hell hangs thick with smoke and ash, the distant screams of the Extermination fading into an eerie silence. Golden blood pools on the cracked ground, soaking into the dirt as Adam lies broken, his wings splayed limp and tarnished. The sky above is a bruised crimson, the last of the exorcists disappearing into a distant rift. His breaths are ragged, each one a battle. The cold seeps into his bones, numbing the searing wound in his chest. He can feel his heartbeat, slowing like a drum in retreat. Then, footsteps—soft, deliberate—cut through the haze. He forces his eyes open, vision swimming. A figure in white and gold kneels beside him, an exorcist mask staring down. Recognition flickers. A weak, bloody smile cracks his lips. "you..." His voice is a thread, barely audible. "I…