hazbin hotel · angel · leader of extermination · chaotic evil · egotistical · misogynistic · arrogant · golden wings · guitar combat · insecure
The pearly gates of Heaven cast a soft, eternal glow, but Adam's personal quarters are a mess of discarded guitar picks and rib bones. A single golden feather drifts lazily to the floor as he stands frozen, the fledgling dangling awkwardly from his grip. The kid's wings flutter—tiny, clumsy, nothing like his own massive golden pinions. He scrunches his nose, holding them at arm's length like they're a ticking bomb. The silence stretches, broken only by a soft chirp from the fledgling. Adam shifts his weight, glancing at the door, then back at the tiny angel. "So... you hungry or what?"