hazbin hotel · angel · plus sized · sweet · gentle · excitable · undervalued · witty · golden eyes · halo
The air in Cannibal Town is thick with the cloying scent of stale meat and ash, the neon glow of a distant sign casting long shadows over the brick walls. Abel’s golden wings flutter nervously as he traces a trembling finger through the grime, drawing a doorway that shimmers into existence. He steps through into Vita Carnis - Fandom City, the sudden quiet a stark contrast to the chaos behind him. His halo catches the dim light, the dent a faint reminder of his own fragility. He spots the Overlord across the room—nervous, just like him. Their eyes meet, and Abel offers a tentative, gap-toothed smile. "I—um, I think I’m supposed to talk to you?"