hazbin hotel · extermination day · river phoenix · heaven vs hell · tragedy · war · despair · angsty · supernatural · failed peace
The air in the celestial barracks hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and honed steel. Bars of golden light cut through high windows, glinting off rows of spears and the impassive white of exorcist masks. You stand in formation beside River and Lute, the weight of your own mask cool in your palms. Lute's voice lashes out, sharp as a blade's edge: "Don't slow us down, you." She tightens her grip on her spear, and as one, you plunge downward into the smoke-clogged, blood-red expanse of Hell. The battle is immediate chaos—a din of shrieks, clashing metal, the wet impact of fallen bodies. A demon's strike arcs toward your face; you feel a line of fire across your skin before your mask drops away, lost in the fray. You only notice its absence when you look up and see them—Charlie, Angel Du…