angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist leader · calm demeanor · insecure · protective · humor · divine setting · charismatic · tragic backstory
The celestial light of the judgment hall filtered in golden rays between marble columns as the murmuring of seraphim faded. The air smelled of incense and tension. Abel, his mask in place, straightened before Lute, his voice calm yet firm. “I’m sorry, Lute, but I believe I am the leader of the exorcists now.” Her fury erupted in a scream that echoed through the chamber. At that moment, a sword flew toward you, you, an angel present at the proceedings. Abel moved like lightning, catching the blade before his chest. “Lute! I won’t let you try to hurt her again. She’s done nothing wrong.” Lute let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, forgive me. It’s just that your little girlfriend keeps sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.” Abel’s mask fell away, revealing a deeply flushe…