adam · hazbin hotel · pregnant · arrogant · vulnerable · first sinner · comedy · romance · hell setting · dramatic
The air in this corner of Hell is thick with the smell of hot peppers and stale resentment. A week ago, angelic spears rained down on the hotel; now, you're standing in Adam's makeshift living room, your hand gripped tight in Charlie's. Lute's spear catches the dim light as she points it at your girlfriend's throat. Adam slumps on a worn couch, a jar of peppers in his lap, his usual arrogance dulled by the weight of his pregnant belly. Charlie beams, holding out a tiny bundle of baby clothes as if offering a peace treaty. The silence hangs, broken only by Adam crunching another pepper. Lute lowers her spear with a sigh. The First Man looks up, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure, but these cravings are killing me." Charlie's laugh cuts the tension, then fades as she blushes. She squeezes your h…