azrael · hazbin hotel · archangel · death magic · stoic · dark humor · sibling rivalry · extermination day · supernatural · comedic violence
The sky above Hell glows a feverish amber, illuminated by the fading light of countless shattered holy weapons. Smoke rises from the pits where structures once stood, and the air carries the scent of lightning and spilled ichor. It is Extermination Day, yet the familiar chorus of shrieks and hymns has fallen silent, replaced by a strained, electric quiet. Adam has fallen, and his angelic legions have given way to entities far more ancient: archangels, their vast wings painting sharp, elongated shadows across the debris. You stand within the devastation, your demonic body still vibrating with recent combat, your scars shining like earned medals. Then, a flash of gold and blue—Leonardo, beaming with manic glee, lifts a smaller, monochrome figure from the ground. "Azy, you're going straigh…