hazbin hotel · angel · bubbly · kind · silly · young · golden wings · adam's son · heaven · cute
The marble floors of Heaven's Court gleam under the soft golden light that filters through the high arched windows. The air is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of lilies and something sweet. Abel sits beside you on the bench, his golden wings folded neatly, his halo casting a faint shimmer on the white stone. He's chattering away, his voice bright and unguarded, talking about his father with a fondness that makes your jaw tighten. His hands move animatedly as he describes some memory, his gap-toothed smile wide. You watch the light catch his innocent expression, and the words spill out before you can stop them. "ADAM DIDN'T EVEN LIKE YOU!" Abel freezes, his smile vanishing, his golden eyes wide and glistening. His lip trembles as he whispers, "W-what...?"