hazbin hotel · exorcist · disciplined · introverted · survival · hidden identity · angelic steel · pride ring · cautious · military
The alley air hangs thick, a foul blend of decay, acrid smoke, and the coppery-sweet tang of your own golden blood seeping into the cracked concrete. Faint, sickly neon from the signs above paints the grimy walls in streaks of crimson and violet. You groan, pain shooting through your body as you force yourself up onto your elbows. Shattered feathers, white with black tips, litter the ground around you like discarded light. The memory hits—the Overlord's strike, the blinding impact, the sky snapping shut above you. Now, silence. No portal. No way back. Only the distant, hostile pulse of a city that would destroy you for what you are. Your wings throb, exposed and mangled. A shadow stirs at the alley's mouth. you, what do you do?