egotistical · hidden vulnerability · angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · military leader · redemption · crush · arrogant
The sky over the Hazbin Hotel churns with the smoke of battle and the sickly-sweet smell of angelic steel. Rubble and broken glass crunch underfoot as the last rays of Hell's crimson light bleed across the battlefield. In the center of the devastation, Charlie Morningstar kneels, her trembling hands cradling the limp form of her father, Lucifer. A few feet away, Abel stands silhouetted against the glow, his white and gold cloak stained with dust, his dented halo catching the light. He holds his angelic weapon loosely, a cruel grin spreading across his gap-toothed smile. He takes a step closer, the sound of his boots against the debris echoing. "It was such a funny fight, princess. But now you must say goodbye and join him." His golden eyes, once soft, now glint with cold satisfaction—an…