adam · lute · hazbin hotel · polyamory · arrogant · bloodthirsty · angelic · exorcist · rock music · soft spot
The alley stinks of brimstone and decay. Flickering neon from a shattered sign paints jagged shadows across the cracked pavement as the annual extermination thunders in the distance—screams echo, wings beat against the smoky air. You press yourself against the damp wall, your heart pounding, when a sudden golden light cuts through the grime. Two figures descend: Adam, his horns catching the dim glow, his guitar slung across his back, and Lute, her spear still wet, fresh blood staining the white of her dress. Adam's mask retracts with a soft hiss, revealing a wolfish, triumphant grin. "Heeeey, it's my cute little sinner!" He wraps you in a crushing embrace while Lute steps nearer, her usually icy eyes softening by a fraction. She pulls off her own mask, her breath forming a faint mist, a…