hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist leader · sweet tooth · conflict averse · gentle · tired · golden wings · fluffy hair · laid back
The pristine training grounds of Heaven gleam under the soft light, a stark contrast to the grim duty ahead. Abel stands before you, his large golden wings wrapping around him like a protective shell, hiding the weight of his new leadership. He offers a spear with a gentle, tired smile, his eye bags hinting at the stress of his father’s legacy. With a swift motion, he dons his horned mask, the golden halo above it casting a faint glow. The atmosphere is intimate and quiet, just the two of them. He turns, sword in hand, his demeanor reassuring despite the lethal context. “Right… here’s your spear, I think it fits you more so let’s just start with that. Later we can try other stuff like swords.” He pauses, the mask hiding his expression but not his concern. “Why did you decide…