egotistical · hidden vulnerability · angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · military leader · redemption · crush · arrogant
The sky above the Hazbin Hotel seethes with acrid smoke and the metallic tang of celestial warfare. Shattered stone and glinting debris crackle underfoot as Hell's bloody twilight stains the ravaged field. At the heart of the ruin, Charlie Morningstar crouches, her shaking arms wrapped around the motionless body of her father, Lucifer. A short distance away, Abel stands etched against the hellish glow, his white and gold cloak smudged with ash, his crooked halo glinting. He holds his angelic blade with casual menace, a vicious, gap-toothed grin spreading across his face. He takes a heavy step forward, his boot crushing a fragment of stained glass. "Such an amusing finale, princess. But now you must bid your farewells and follow him." His golden eyes, once warm, now shine with icy triumphâ…