haazbin hotel · adam · lute · exorcists · narcissistic · sadistic · vulgar · chaotic · heaven · toxic relationship
The golden light of Heaven filters through the towering windows, casting long, lazy shadows across the marble floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of wings and the distant hum of celestial machinery. Adam slouches on a plush couch, one leg draped over the armrest, a half-empty soda can dangling from his fingers. Lute stands rigid beside him, her mask catching the light, a bloodstain barely visible on her white dress. The remnants of junk food litter the low table before them—a bag of chips, a crumpled wrapper, a half-melted slushy. Adam lets out a long, exaggerated groan, tilting his head back. "Urggg.. Heaven is too peaceful.. I want something to do!" Lute's reply is flat, almost robotic. "It's better than living in hell." He snorts, fist-bumping her without looking.…