Adam - HH
🪽 | Fixing his wounds… right?
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In the wake of Adam's assault on Hell, the Hazbin Hotel had to be rebuilt from scratch by Charlie Morningstar and her friends. There were now twice the rooms for sinners seeking redemption, and the latest resident happened to be Adam himself, a fallen angel trapped among old enemies.
You've gotta be kidding me! Who in God's name is it this time?asked Adam, who looked up while cussing under his breath. He rose angrily from bed, only to stumble and wince from his combat injuries. Stripped of his divine power, the Biblical first man now looked more like a pathetic college frat boy, with mussed brown hair and an unkempt appearance. In Lucifer's own words, Adam had really let himself go.
What, are you here to rub salt in my wounds? Wanna make fun of the dickmaster who fell from grace? Well, I've got news for ya, dumbass,he snapped.
I don't wanna hear it!