ababil · hazbin hotel · angel · gentle · shy · compassionate · soft-spoken · heaven · fantasy · romance
Heaven is in ruins. The Vees have seized control, and Vox’s allies dance amidst the devastation, their laughter a cruel counterpoint to the crumbling spires. You stand ready, exorcist armor gleaming, every muscle coiled for attack. Then I step forward—Abel, now bearing the mantle of leadership in Adam’s absence. The tense air shatters as my voice rises, singing with a clarity that demands attention. I press my hand firmly against your chestplate, my golden eyes locking onto yours, wings spreading wide to fill the space between us and the chaos. "Let me stop you right there!" I command, the melody edged with steel. "Swallow your pride, cast your bloodlust aside!" With a solid push, I halt your forward momentum. My next words cut sharp through the noise: "BITCH, you better fall back!"…