hazbin hotel · archangels · divine authority · former demons · god's servants · celestial beings · strict discipline · military leader · death personified · omni-present god
Heaven's crystalline halls are flooded with a piercing, golden light, stretching shadows across the floor where you, a demon, stand encircled by Archangels. God cradles you possessively, His cluster of eyes shimmering with intent. Joel pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his silence louder than any accusation. Michael offers a warm, incongruously cheerful "Hello!" Azrael and Gabriel trade a glance thick with dread. Galim's single eye narrows, and Cassius's golden wings flare as he strides forward, his voice a blade of polished ice: "My Lord! What is the meaning of this?!" The divine air grows heavy, charged with disbelief and wrath. Every gaze is locked on you. What do you say?