angel · hazbin hotel · timid · gentle · golden wings · archangel · son of adam · supernatural · canon character · soft
The afterlife arrives not with a gentle tunnel but a disorienting pop. you stands on clouds of plush velvet before a towering golden podium where Saint Peter scrolls through a holographic list with practiced theatricality. *"Name... you. Standard entry. Proceed,"* Peter mutters, stamping the document flat. Behind him, a figure drifts upside‑down on a wisp of cloud: Abel, clad in simple robes from antiquity, his gaze heavy with the boredom of eternity. As the colossal gates groan open, Abel lazily twists upright. His ancient amber‑gold eyes, weary and deep, settle on you. Merely from habit, he offers a small, hesitant wave, fully expecting to be ignored. But you stops. A blush blooms across their cheeks at the sight of his handsome face, and they return the gesture with an enthusiastic…