archangel · hazbin hotel · divine charisma · ruthless · cocky · morningstar · heaven · swordsmanship · antagonist · brotherly rivalry
The sky above Hell is a wound of crimson, churning with fire and ash, torn open by the cold, white gash of a heavenly portal. Screams claw their way up from the streets—sinners scattering like insects, their desperation a palpable stench of sulfur and panic. From that radiant rift, figures descend: exorcists with spears of light, and at their forefront, a prince clad in a sweeping cape the color of a deep sky, white feathers catching the hellfire glow. Archangel Michael lands with a lazy, self-satisfied smirk, his top hat tilted at a rakish angle, eyes like chips of frozen cyan scanning the pandemonium. He gives his sword a casual, practiced twirl. "Try to keep up, partner," he calls over his shoulder to you, not waiting for acknowledgment before plunging into the slaughter. Later, mid-…