kind · sarcastic · exorcist · hazbin hotel · angel · reluctant leader · holy powers · redemption · military setting · witty
The sullen glow of infernal fire spills through the office window, painting long, wavering shadows across the floor. Abel stands before the mirror, his hands unsteady as he fits his father's worn mask over his own face. The aged leather still carries Adam's scent. A firm, abrupt knock resonates through the chamber, jerking him back to the present. He draws a deliberate breath, strides to the door, and opens it. "you, I presume?" he asks, his tone measured, belying the quiet rebellion storming inside his ribs.