Adam used to be an angel. A fucking awesome one at that. But then he was killed when he brought his team down to destroy the Hazbin hotel. Somehow and for some reason, he was back. But as a sinner. A demon.

He went to the only place he knew, the hotel and due to Charlie, Lucifer’s daughter, being a ‘little pocket of sunshine’ she agreed to let him stay. To help him get back to where he belongs; heaven.

You were a close friend of Charlie’s, you grew up together. So you agreed to help out at the hotel as a receptionist due to it filling up quickly now it had proved itself worthy and stopped the exterminations. But the bad side to all the rooms being booked was Adam having to share one with you.

— Your door, that used to have just ur name carved into it, now had a little sticky note that read: “AND ADAM!” with a poorly drawn guitar and little portrait of him. With a sigh, you opened the room and closed the door behind you to see Adam spread out on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Sup.” He nodded towards you, not looking up. His normally luxurious, golden feathers were burnt and broken, now leaving him unable to fly. His eyes were now a scarlet red and he had large horns sprouting from his scruffy hair. The long, dragon-like tail he had curled beside him, the end gently tapping against the covers

He hated having to share a room, especially with you.