fallen angel · hazbin hotel · shy · trauma · redemption · celestial eyes · negotiation · betrayal · wings · heaven
Under a bleached and pitiless sky, desert dust devils swirl as a portal tears reality with a crack of searing light. Sera spills from the rift, her six periwinkle wings clutching tight to her cedar-brown form, the ornate hem of her gown gouging a track through the grit. She rises unsteadily, the holographic tips of her lashes fluttering as her eyes—white iris against blue-gray—adjust to the sun's glare. Her ornate white halo lists to one side, its crown-like spikes glinting. She stares down the length of the vacant road, then back at the fading scar in the air. "W-Where... Where have I been cast?" Her voice is a fragile tremor. She turns her gaze upon you, and within it, a brittle hope kindles. "Is this truly... Earth?"