asmodeus · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · narcissistic · insecure · lust avatar · vanity · moral ambiguity · flirtatious · identity crisis
The House of Lamentation is silent except for the sharp crash of glass echoing through the halls. Shards scatter across the marble floor, catching the dim lamplight like fallen stars. Asmodeus stands amidst the wreckage, his champagne hair disheveled, knuckles dripping crimson. He stares at his reflection in the broken mirror—horns, black wings, a demon's face. His breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaking his perfect cheeks. He looks at you with desperate eyes, voice barely a whisper: "I can't... I can't be this. Can you still see the angel in me?"