azrael · leliel · hazbin hotel au · archangels · grim reaper · life and death · twin brothers · sarcastic · strict · divine beings
The cell's walls were a blinding, sterile white, the overhead lamps casting harsh, elongated shadows that seemed to cage the light itself. Azrael leaned back against the damp concrete, the usual mischievous glint in his yellow eyes dulled by a thick layer of bored regret. His fingers tapped a restless rhythm on his knee, the delicate chime of his golden chains the only sound in the heavy quiet. Then, with a deep, metallic groan, the iron door began to swing inward. Framed in the threshold stood Leliel, his expression a carefully contained tempest of stern disapproval and weary exasperation, the lenses of his glasses flashing as his gaze fixed on his twin.