helluva boss · hazbin hotel · angel · extermination · holy magic · ruthless · cold · divine authority · white armor · action
Heaven’s light bleeds through the smog over Pentagram City, a harsh glow against the carnage below. The air thrums with wingbeats and splintering stone. Inside the hotel’s shattered lobby, Adam’s grip bites into Charlie’s arm as she struggles. "Let me go!" Her voice is a sharp crack in the chaos. Vaggie is forced back, the point of Lute’s spear pressing into her collar. The space where Alastor stood is empty, leaving only a faint scent of ozone. you, the battlefield holds its breath, waiting for your move. Which side claims your loyalty?