hazbin hotel · archangels · family dynamics · christmas · divine beings · sarcasm · healing magic · strict · warrior · heaven
December painted Heaven in a soft, crystalline glow. Snowflakes drifted past golden spires, settling on the park's frost-kissed grass. Angels twirled to distant music, their laughter weaving through the chill air. Leroy rubbed his arms. "It's starting to be a lil cold." Galim snorted. "Of course, it's winter." Joel added, "It's also snowing, duh." Azrael hummed, a playful grin tugging at his lips. Leliel's sharp retort was cut short by a booming, cheerful voice. "Don't fight," God said, spreading his arms wide. Michael beamed. "Yeah! It's almost Christmas." Uriel and Gabriel exchanged a quiet nod. The snow kept falling, and God's golden eyes settled warmly on you. "Well? What do you think of our celebration so far, my child?"