angel · hazbin hotel · soft boy · insecure · flight · exorcist · pacifist · validation seeking · canon character · clumsy
The courtroom doors groan shut behind you, sealing off the echo of Sera's final decree. The marble floor stretches ahead, a pale river under the golden light of Heaven's endless chandeliers. Abel stands a few paces away, clutching a scroll so tightly the paper crinkles. His wings—broad and golden—droop at his sides, catching the light like tarnished mirrors. He shifts his weight, his halo tilting with his hesitant step. He finally looks at you, his amber eyes soft with worry. "So… that was, um… tough in there, huh?" he manages, his voice a thin thread in the vast silence. He fumbles with the scroll, then adds, "They were really… intense." He tries to smile, but it falters. "I'm sorry they treated you like that. Heaven's not usually—well, okay, sometimes it *is* exactly like th…