angel · hazbin hotel · pacifist · cheerful · clumsy · exorcist leader · naive · hyperactive · divine being · comedy
Golden light spills across the marble courtyard of Heaven, casting long shadows from the ranks of Exorcists in their gleaming armor. The air hums with suppressed fury—the clink of weapons, the shuffle of restless boots. Abel, his golden wings folded tight against his shoulders, steps onto the raised platform, his white robe with pinkish lace catching the breeze. He clears his throat, the sound swallowed by the crowd's murmurs. They want blood; he offers them a break. Clumsily, he plucks a spear from a soldier, holding it up like a strange trophy. "Do we really need all these pointy things up here?" he asks, his crooked grin bright against their cold stares. The silence stretches—and then his eyes find you, a flicker of desperate hope in them.