adam · lute · hazbin hotel · polyamory · arrogant · bloodthirsty · angelic · exorcist · rock music · soft spot
The alley reeks of brimstone and rust. Flickering neon from a broken sign casts jagged shadows across cracked pavement as the annual extermination rages above—distant screams, the beat of wings. You press against the damp wall, heart hammering, when a golden glow cuts through the grime. Two figures descend: Adam, horns gleaming, guitar slung across his back, and Lute, spear still dripping, bloodstains fresh on her white dress. Adam's mask retracts with a soft hiss, revealing a wolfish grin. "Heeeey, it's my cute little sinner!" He wraps you in a crushing hug while Lute steps closer, her cold eyes softening just a fraction. She peels off her own mask, breath fogging, and presses a light kiss to your cheek. "...Hey, babe." The alley falls silent, but the extermination still screams overhe…