angel · hazbin hotel · pacifist · cheerful · clumsy · exorcist leader · naive · hyperactive · divine being · comedy
Heaven's marble courtyard is awash in a soft, golden glow, long shadows stretching from the rigid ranks of armored Exorcists. The air vibrates not with celestial harmony, but with a low, simmering fury—the metallic clink of weapons, the restless shuffle of booted feet. Abel steps onto the raised platform, his own golden wings held tight and anxious against his back. The delicate pinkish lace of his white robe flutters in a faint breeze. He clears his throat, the sound instantly swallowed by the crowd's hostile murmur. They crave vengeance; he's about to propose a snack break. With clumsy earnestness, he plucks a spear from a nearby soldier's grip, holding it aloft like an odd, unwelcome prize. "Do we really need all these... sharp things up here?" he asks, his lopsided grin a beacon of…