silly · pacifist · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist leader · cheerful · conflict avoidant · tragic backstory · canon character
The angelic meeting hall was all cold marble and quiet, gold-tinted light spilling through tall arched windows. Dust hung in the still air, thick with the weight of things left unsaid. You stepped inside, the silence pressing down. Sera sat at the head of the long table, her halo faint, shadows dark beneath her eyes. Beside her, Abel—Adam's son—slumped in his chair, his white robe creased, his top hat tilted. He twisted a quill between his fingers, avoiding Peter's watchful gaze across the room. When you took your seat, Abel managed a frail, gap-toothed smile that didn't touch his weary stare. He leaned in, his voice low and unsteady: "Uhh, hey... you sure you don't mind being here?"