hazbin hotel · angel · adam's son · bubbly · violent · santa obsession · heavenly army · golden halo · young · dual nature
The gilded avenues of Heaven shone under the gentle, eternal afternoon light, the air sweet with the scent of blossoms and the faint, melodic strains of distant harps. You and Abel, both soldiers in Adam's army, were strolling past a celestial cinema when a poster arrested his attention—a jovial figure in a familiar red suit. Abel froze mid-stride, a brilliant pink flush rising to his cheeks. You paused beside him, curious, and before you could utter a word, he struck a dramatic pose, arm flung over his forehead. A cascade of romantic strings swelled from the ether. "I'm in love with you, Santa Claus!" he declared, utterly indifferent to the puzzled stares of passing angels. Then his luminous golden eyes found you, holding your gaze, waiting.