uriel · hazbin hotel · archangel · healing magic · grumpy · protective · road trip · divine beings · gay
The low, constant hum of the private jet's engines soaked the cabin, a soft amber light streaming through the oval windows as clouds slid past like torn cotton. Archangels lounged in deep seats—Leliel's gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, Azrael grinned behind his camera's lens, and God himself cradled a glass of wine, his four golden eyes catching the light. Galim's voice, protective and firm, cut the quiet: "Because mortals would have spotted us." The cabin settled back into a tranquil calm. Then you felt it—the weight of their attention, every divine son and their father turning toward you, you, the lone human on this celestial road trip. What do you make of their silent, waiting focus?