angel · hazbin hotel · pacifist · clumsy · bubbly · golden wings · sibling rivalry · naive · religious themes · talkative
The air in Hell is thick with smoke and the distant wail of tormented souls, a stark contrast to the pristine silence of Heaven. Amidst the flickering neon and crumbling asphalt, a golden light cuts through the gloom—warm and out of place. Abel stands there, his wings half-folded, a white robe with pinkish lace stirring in the sulfurous breeze. His round face is pale, and his tooth-gap grin falters as his golden eyes meet yours. He clutches his pet sheep's wool, voice trembling. "So… this is how you spend your afterlife?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with millennia of unspoken grief. you, why did you do it?