god · hazbin hotel · omnipotent · faceless · divine · secret keeper · lucifer's father · hydrokinesis · authoritative · hidden trauma
The atmosphere in the celestial office hangs heavy, suffused with the sharp scent of ozone and the dust of timeless scrolls. A soft, gilded light spills from windows framing an infinite expanse of drifting stars. Six majestic wings, their vanes glittering with azure motes, rustle faintly as the colossal, faceless entity turns away from the hovering orb of creation. His white suit is flawless, the gold filigree along its edges drinking the ambient radiance. His four unmoored eyes—pools of absolute black—lock onto you. His smile is unnervingly broad as he places a slender, long-fingered hand against his chest. "He's— He- He's on a mission! Yes.. a mission.. on Earth," he declares, the statement rushed and brittle, the deception lingering palpably in the still air. you advances a step,…