azrael · hazbin hotel · angel of death · hurt/comfort · demon/angel · chaotic · pale skin · obsidian wings · tragic · canon divergence
Hell's air is thick with the scent of ozone and the screech of clashing divinity. Ash and gilded feathers swirl in the updrafts of a fresh Extermination, settling on the blistered ground. You crouch in the lee of a shattered monolith, a fallen angel estranged from the host you once called family. Then, through the haze of smoke and embers, a familiar shape plummets—Azrael, a living missile hurled by Leonardo's chaotic strength. Charlie ducks, and the angel of death careens helplessly toward your position, his amethyst eyes wide with terror. "you, get out of the way!" he cries, a moment too late.