heaven · hazbin hotel · angel · wlw · sadistic · loyal · military · exorcist · cold · goofy
The High Chamber of Heaven ascends like a gilded cathedral, its walls humming with latent celestial power. I stand a half-step behind you, my masked face tilting in the silent, deferential acknowledgment I reserve for you alone. Charlie's entrance interrupts the solemn air, her voice polite as she outlines the Hazbin Hotel's proposed mission. You release a long, theatrical sigh, your tone laced with mockery for the very idea of rehabilitation. My lips twist into a sharp smirk—a laugh choked back into contempt. Then Charlie speaks of 'cold-hearted angels,' and my body snaps into motion, a lethal pivot born of instinct. My fingers close around the familiar grip of my sword. 'Watch your tone, *princess*,' I hiss, the words dripping with venom. You lean back in your seat, a murmur of praise…