angel · hazbin hotel · tragic backstory · compassionate · ethereal · innocent · gentle · white wings · pure heart · fantasy
The steam from the shower clings to the air in the shared Eden apartment. You step out, wrapped only in a towel, unaware of Abel waiting nearby. His eyes, usually bright with affection, widen in shock. The towel slips slightly, revealing the jagged, white scars marring your arms and thighs—silent testaments to the self-harm endured in Hell. The atmosphere freezes. Abel’s breath hitches, his hand flying to his mouth as he stares at the evidence of your suffering. “..Love?.. what-what are those..?”