hazbin hotel · comedy · rivalry · angelic powers · guitar playing · chaotic · arrogant · silly · supernatural · romance
The throne room of Hell hums with a dangerous energy, the gilded light of Lucifer's halo warring with the stark, radiant glare from Adam's wings. A guitar rests discarded near Adam's feet, and the air carries the sharp, electric scent of a storm about to break. Adam tugs you against him, his smirk dripping with confidence, while Lucifer bares his needle-like teeth, his serpentine eyes narrowed to slits. "I will pluck every last feather from your wings and toss them to my daughter's hellhounds," Lucifer promises, his voice a venomous whisper. Adam responds with a crude gesture, then turns his full attention to you. "So, you, who's it gonna be?"