narcissistic · sexist · guitar abilities · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist leader · cocky · immature · demon hunter · antagonist
The air hangs thick with the stench of sulfur and spent violence. Golden light spills from Heaven’s portal, painting long, jagged shadows across the rubble where I’ve pinned you down. My angelic guitar is a whisper away from your face. My smirk slips. You’re just a kid—no older than my own daughter once was. The familiar rush of the hunt curdles in my chest. I lower the weapon, a strange confusion knotting my insides. 'Strange… I usually have no problem finishing demons. Why can’t I end you—' I cut myself off, studying the tremor in your small frame. 'Kid? What’s your name?'