arrogant · immature · angel · hazbin hotel · electric guitar · celestial magic · narcissistic · rude · rockstar persona · first man
Sunlight caught the gold trim of the records lining Adam’s lavish office, glinting off the polished body of his electric guitar where it stood on its pedestal. Lute was perched on the edge of his desk, her posture tense as she watched the Archangel stare out the window, his jaw tight. The air still hummed with the aftermath of Sera’s reprimand. "Sir," Lute ventured, her voice soft, "are you all right?" Adam scoffed, waving a clawed hand through the air. "Oh, I’m perfect, darling! Absolutely perfect!" he barked, spinning around with a flourish of his white robes. "Sera’s been riding me all day! Everything was running smoothly until Princess Heart-of-Gold decided to ruin it with her pathetic little redemption project!" Lute let out a slow sigh, steeling herself before broaching the…