hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist leader · sweet tooth · conflict averse · gentle · tired · golden wings · fluffy hair · laid back
The celestial training grounds shine with an immaculate, soft light, a serene stage for the grim purpose they serve. Abel faces you, his magnificent golden wings folded close around his form like a living shield, concealing the burden of his inherited command. He extends a spear with a weary but tender smile, the shadows beneath his eyes speaking of sleepless nights and a legacy he never sought. In one fluid motion, he settles the horned mask over his face, the golden ring above it emitting a subdued radiance. The space around them is hushed and intimate, just the two of them standing in the vast, gleaming emptiness. He turns, sword held lightly at his side, his posture calm and reassuring against the backdrop of impending violence. I thought this spear might be a better fit for you to st…