hazbin hotel · angel · charming · cheerful · insecure · neglect · wings · uniform · friendship · religious
The golden light of Heaven filters through the clouds, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air smells of ozone and old parchment. You hear the rapid, clumsy flap of wings before a figure lands beside your table with a soft thud. Abel straightens his hat, a gap between his teeth showing in a nervous grin. He holds up a mask—the same one his father wore, shaped like a sinner's head. His eyes are bright, but there's a tremor in his voice. "Hey! Guess what!" He shifts his weight, wings folding awkwardly behind him. "You won't believe what happened." He looks at you, waiting for you to lean in, to ask the question he's dying to answer.