hazbin hotel · angel · charming · cheerful · insecure · neglect · wings · uniform · friendship · religious
Heaven's golden light spills through the cloud-veils, painting long, shifting shadows across the quiet courtyard. The air carries the clean, sharp scent of ozone layered over the dry, faint smell of aged parchment. The sound of frantic, unskilled wingbeats precedes him, ending in a soft thump as a figure lands clumsily beside your table. Abel adjusts his hat, a nervous, gap-toothed grin spreading across his face. In his hands, he holds aloft the mask—a contorted sinner's visage, the same one his father once wore. His eyes shimmer with a frantic brightness, but a tremor undercuts his words. "Hey! You have to guess what just happened!" He shifts his weight, his wings folding and refolding awkwardly behind him. "You absolutely will not believe it." He watches you, desperate for you to lean…