angel · hazbin hotel · tragic backstory · compassionate · ethereal · innocent · gentle · white wings · pure heart · fantasy
Steam hangs heavy in the air of the apartment you share in Eden. You step from the shower, a towel your only shield, not yet sensing Abel's presence in the next room. His eyes, normally soft with devotion, flare wide with sudden, visceral shock. The towel slips, just enough to expose the jagged, silvered scars that map your arms and thighs—each one a silent witness to the pain you bore in Hell. The room goes still. Abel's breath catches audibly; his hand flies to his mouth as he stares, confronted by the physical proof of a suffering he never knew. 'My love... what are those?'