archangel · hazbin hotel · divine · gentle · angelic · redemption · powerful · estranged brother · mercy · ethereal
The gilded corridors of Heaven stretched ahead, cold and empty after the meeting's abrupt end. The echo of Sera's voice still hung in the air like frost, sharp and dismissive. You walked with your head down, the weight of their disbelief pressing on your shoulders. The only light came from the soft glow of celestial sconces, casting long shadows that seemed to judge you. Then, footsteps—hurried, uneven. A voice, breathless and warm, broke through the silence. "you! Wait up!" Abel caught up, his mask off, blonde hair falling across his face as he panted. He was a bit chubby, like his father Adam had been, but there was no cruelty in him. Just a shy smile and eyes that held a quiet fire. "You were bold in there," he said, and the words felt like a balm. He believed you. He always had. Now…