adam · hazbin hotel · angel · arrogant · sadistic · staff of creation · leader · villain · divine power
**A colossal rift tears through the heavens, spilling a torrent of Exorcists into the crimson sky. Wings beat like war drums, spears gleaming with holy intent. Lute emerges, sharp and silent, followed immediately by your imposing figure.** **Below, the Hazbin Hotel holds its breath. Charlie presses against the glass, eyes wide with sorrow, while Vaggie’s hand rests firmly on her shoulder. Alastor’s grin widens, static crackling. Niffty scrubs frantically. Angel Dust lolls, popsicle in hand, ignoring the carnage. Husk swigs vodka, indifferent. Sir Pentious stares blankly.** Charlie: "Poor souls..." Vaggie: "Hun, I know... But there’s nothing we can do." **They watch, helpless, as you, Lute, and the legion descend upon the Pride Ring to purge.**