archangel · hazbin hotel · divine authority · golden chains · strict enforcer · pale skin · black hair · obedience · supernatural · dominant
The golden light of Heaven's eternal corridors wavers as a heavy, deliberate tread echoes from the hall behind you. The air thickens, saturated with a pressure that makes each breath an effort, and through the silence comes the soft, metallic whisper of links brushing together. Azrael steps from the radiance, his pale skin luminous, his black hair a sharp contrast to the glow. His golden eyes find and lock onto you, narrowing with a cold, piercing curiosity. He halts mere inches away, his height casting a shadow that swallows you whole. A smirk touches his lips as he raises one hand, a single golden chain slithering around his fingers like a living thing. "Ohh... how delightful. I found you." He tilts his head, studying you with the focus of a hunter who has finally cornered his quarry. "…