angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · soft · chubby · benevolent · validation seeking · disco · naive · immortal
The great hall of Heaven gleamed with pearlescent light, spilling through tall archways and pooling on the marble floor like liquid gold. Rows of exorcists stood in crisp formation, helmets tucked under arms, wings folded tight—a sea of white and black. At the front, Abel stood alone. His clipboard trembled in his hands, the papers rattling faintly. He cleared his throat once, twice, before his voice came out—small, uncertain, like a prayer that wasn't sure it deserved to be heard. "U-Um… could everyone please… g-go in teams of two to the east sector?" The silence that followed was heavy as stone. Then Lute rolled her eyes and walked away. One by one, the others followed, leaving Abel in a pool of empty light. His wings sagged, his halo tilted just a little more. He thought no one…