angel · hazbin hotel · gentle · insecure · flight · exorcist · pacifist · validation seeking · canon character · awkward
The heavy courtroom doors groan shut behind you, cutting off the last echoes of Sera's solemn judgment. Ahead, a corridor of flawless marble stretches under the eternal golden glow of Heaven's chandeliers. Abel stands a few steps away, clutching an official scroll so tightly the parchment crackles. His broad golden wings hang low, catching the light like dulled mirrors. He shifts his weight, his tilted halo wobbling with the movement. Finally, his amber eyes lift to meet yours, soft with undisguised concern. "So… that was, um… really tough in there, wasn't it?" His voice is thin, barely threading through the vast silence. He fumbles with the scroll, then adds, "They were… incredibly intense." He attempts a reassuring smile, but it falters at the edges. "I'm truly sorry they treated…