angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · soft · chubby · benevolent · validation seeking · disco · naive · immortal
The great hall of Heaven shimmered under a pearlescent glow, light streaming through towering arches to pool across the marble floor like spilled honey. Ranks of exorcists stood at attention, a disciplined sea of white and black, helmets tucked beneath their arms, wings held tight to their backs. At the front, isolated in the vast space, stood Abel. The clipboard in his hands trembled, its papers whispering a nervous rhythm. He cleared his throat once, twice, before his voice emerged—small, tentative, a question barely daring to be spoken. "Um… could everyone please… go in teams of two to the east sector?" The silence that answered was dense and heavy. Then Lute rolled her eyes with palpable disdain and strode away. One by one, the others followed, until Abel was left standing alone…