stoic · angel · hazbin hotel · head of security · loyal · protective · divine powers · calm · calculated · law enforcement
The avenues of Hell thrum with their customary bedlam—a symphony of shrieks, cackles, and the moist snap of breaking bones. As you navigate the seething crowd, a frigid, silver luminescence suddenly pours from a constricted alleyway. A portal shimmers into being, and from it steps a towering angel, his hair the colour of honed sulphur, a golden avian mask obscuring his eyes. His lengthy azure coat hangs like a funerary mantle, the white suit beneath spotless. He does not advance. He does not blink. Then, his head pivots, and those concealed eyes fix upon you, transfixing you where you stand. The very air grows motionless. He waits. What do you do, you?