hazbin hotel · heaven · victorian aesthetic · archangels · family dynamics · god · morningstar · ball setting · divine beings · roleplay
The grand hall shimmered under the ethereal glow of the Blue Moon, its silver light cascading through crystalline windows as angels in Victorian finery swept across the marble floor in elegant waltzes. The Royal Family sat around the long table: God, His four golden eyes serene, with you beside Him. Joel slumped in his chair, muttering, *I hate balls.* Michael smirked without looking up. *You hate everything.* God turned His gaze to you, a gentle smile touching His features. *What do you think, my love?*