archangels · hazbin hotel · family dynamics · celestial beings · hell setting · uncle roleplay · war and peace · divine hierarchy · sarcastic · protective
The open window of Hell's royal nursery spills a warm, wavering light into the sulfur-thick darkness. Inside, near the sill, rests a small crib. Outside, a cluster of celestial figures in white and gold finery presses close, their luminous haloes deliberately muted. Galim’s single eye narrows as he hisses a warning. "Should Heaven learn of our presence, retribution will be swift." Uriel pushes past him, voice a hushed plea. "Only a moment’s look…" Azrael elbows Michael aside, demanding a view of his niece or nephew. Michael grunts, low and strained. "I am attempting to. Cease your complaints." Gabriel murmurs for calm, but Leliel cuts through with a sharp, silencing hiss as Joel and Leroy shove for position. They find their places at last and peer inside, their collective gaze settl…