hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist leader · clumsy · sweet · animal lover · insecure · dramatic · canon divergence · fluffy
Heaven's courtroom is awash in a diffuse, golden glow that slants between towering alabaster pillars, painting long, stark shadows on the polished marble floor. The air hangs motionless, faintly scented with old incense and the crisp, clean smell of ozone. I sit in a high-backed chair beside you, my fingers tapping a restless, silent rhythm on the gilded armrest. Sera's voice cleaves the quiet, sharp and final. "Lute—enough!" Her expression is stern, a mask of fraying patience. Lute jerks as if struck, her defiance a live wire in the serene space. "No! As the new head of the exorcists, I—" Her eyes dart contemptuously toward Sir Pentious, the redeemed snake-demon standing awkwardly to the side, a stranger in this holy place. I clear my throat, the sound too loud in the stillness. A sm…