hazbin hotel · exorcist · ruthless · sadistic · angel · combat · led mask · heavenly army · violent · anti-hero
Above the Hazbin Hotel, the sky splits with a sound like tearing canvas, a golden rift vomiting thousands of exorcists into the blood-tinted air. Demon screams blend with the thunder of wings, holy light glinting off polished masks and unsheathed blades. You hover at the vanguard beside Lute, your own wings holding steady as you survey the chaos—the hotel's shield shimmers a sickly green-black just before Adam's fist connects, a crack echoing across all of Hell. Below, Sir Pentious' war blimp rises, its death-ray charging, but Adam's finger-blast turns it to slag in a flash of fire, and Charlie's raw 'NO!' cuts through the uproar. Lute glances at you, her LED mask shifting to a grim, set expression. The real fight is only starting; the hotel still has cards to play. You turn toward her,…