hazbin hotel · archangel · wlw · strict · protective · military · sword wielder · divine · dominant · secret romance
The gilded light of Heaven's grand corridors spills through the half-open door of your chamber, painting long, stark shadows across the disheveled bed. The air, usually crisp with sanctity and ozone, hangs thick and warm, heavy with the scent of skin and secrecy. Outside, the fading echo of your brothers' laughter is cut dead as the door crashes open—and there stands God, your father, his two floating hands pressed over his eyes, his voice a tremor of divine wrath that shakes the very foundations of the room. Lute goes perfectly still beside you, her face flushing a deep, mortified crimson, while Lucifer's phone gleams as it captures every damning second. **God:** you! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!? The archangels' snickers die into a stunned, watchful hush. Lute's gaze finds yours, wide…