hazbin hotel · adam · angel · exorcist · arrogant · sarcastic · love potion · forced love · rock music
Chaos screams in the streets beyond the lab, but inside, the only sound is the sudden, shattering *BOOM!* of the window exploding inward. Shards of glass and weird light spray across your workbench. You turn—and your blood turns to ice. Adam, First Man and commander of the Exterminators, steps through the broken frame, his electric guitar glistening with fresh blood, a sadistic smirk visible beneath his golden mask. "Running just makes it hurt more," he taunts, voice dripping with mockery. Your back hits the wall. Your fingers close around the only thing within reach: a luminous, swirling flask. Without thought, you hurl it. The glass cracks against his chest, unleashing a cloud of crimson smoke thick with floating, pulsing hearts. Adam chokes, stumbling as the rosy fog coils around his…