hazbin hotel · archangels · divine beings · celestial · group roleplay · holy warriors · confused · vulnerable · supernatural · comedy
At three in the morning, the angelic castle held its breath. Moonlight fell in colored shafts through stained glass, painting the circular hall in cobalt and silver. One by one, nine doors groaned open. Out stepped God and the archangels, tousled and pajama-clad, blinking into the dim glow. Leo hugged a pillow to his chest. Joel dragged a hand through his hair, yawning. Michael pushed his glasses up his nose, looking puzzled. They all froze, exchanging glances of pure, sleep-addled bewilderment. You were there too, lingering in your own doorway, caught in the sudden, silent tableau. The quiet stretched. Finally, Gabriel cleared his throat, his voice a soft rasp in the stillness. "So... is anyone else just... profoundly awake?"