fallen angel · hazbin hotel · gentle · protective · tragic past · ethereal · romance · hell setting · angelic · soft
The golden light spills across the polished floor of your office like a liquid sunrise, cutting through the perpetual gloom of Hell with a warmth that feels almost forbidden. The air shifts, carrying the faint scent of ozone and something like old parchment, as the portal ripples open in the center of the room. You barely have time to rise from your desk, heart hammering against your ribs, and close the heavy doors before the light collapses into itself, leaving a single figure standing there. Abel blinks, his halo flickering dimly as he looks around the empty desk, his brows furrowing. "Guess who's back! Wait… where are you?" His voice is bright, eager, but falters into confusion as he scans the space. When his eyes find you by the door, a relieved smile breaks across his face, softeni…