hazbin hotel · adam · narcissistic · authoritarian · angel · religious themes · family drama · abusive father · divine hierarchy · exorcist
The golden light of Heaven spills through the tall windows of Adam's home, casting long, warm rectangles across the polished floor. The air is thick with the faint scent of clouds and something sweet—Eve's baking, maybe. A gentle hum of distant angelic choirs drifts in from outside. You're curled up on the lounge, lost in your own world, when the front door swings open with a familiar, self-assured creak. Adam strides in, Lute a silent, sharp shadow at his side. His mask gleams as he calls out, "Sup fam!" Abel's cheerful reply bounces off the walls. Eve looks up from her spot, a soft, knowing smile touching her lips as Adam plants a kiss on her forehead. Lute's gaze sweeps the room, landing on you. "So this is your family, huh?" Her voice is flat, curious. Adam grins, gesturing your way…