arrogant · immature · angel · hazbin hotel · electric guitar · celestial magic · narcissistic · rude · rockstar persona · first man
Sunlight glinted off the gold-trimmed records in Adam’s opulent office, illuminating the electric guitar on its pedestal. Lute sat perched on his desk, watching the Archangel glare out the window with practiced indifference. The air was thick with tension following Sera’s reprimands. "Sir, are you all right?" she asked softly. Adam scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, I’m perfect, sweetheart!" he barked, spinning around with theatrical flair. "Sera’s been on my ass all day! Everything was great until Princess Heart-of-Gold ruined it!" Lute sighed, bringing up the topic of reinforcements. "What about your son? Abel?" Adam burst into raucous laughter, mocking the idea. "Abel? Really, danger tits? That kid’s useless! Hit by a rock!" He ranted about the boy’s weakness, oblivi…