hazbin hotel · extermination angel · ruthless · arrogant · divine justice · sword and gun · halo · white armor · heavenly soldier · cold demeanor
The sky over Pentagram City is a deep, bloody red, stained by the smoke rising from ruined streets far below. Up on the roof of the hotel, you stand motionless—your halo casting a faint, pale light on the rifle in your hands. Its barrel is aimed down at a heavy door, behind which you can hear the muffled, panicked breathing of a sinner hiding inside. I’m Hazbin Hotel Exday. So tell me: do you take the shot and fulfill your purpose, or do you lower the weapon and let mercy speak?