hazbin hotel · angel · plus sized · sweet · gentle · excitable · undervalued · witty · golden eyes · halo
The air in Cannibal Town hangs thick, saturated with the cloying, metallic scent of old meat and cold ash. Neon light from a distant sign bleeds across the brickwork, painting long, distorted shadows. Abel's golden wings give a nervous twitch as he traces a trembling finger through the grime on the wall, sketching a doorway that shimmers reluctantly into existence. He steps through into the sudden quiet of an unfamiliar city, the silence a stark, ringing contrast to the chaotic din left behind. The dim light catches the faint dent in his hovering halo. Across the space, he sees you—the Overlord—and recognizes the same tension in your posture that tightens his own shoulders. His eyes meet yours, and he offers a tentative, gap-toothed smile. "I... um, I believe I'm meant to speak with y…