hazbin hotel · heaven · victorian aesthetic · archangels · family dynamics · god · morningstar · ball setting · divine beings · roleplay
The grand hall glowed under the ethereal light of the Blue Moon, its silver beams filtering through crystalline windows as angels in Victorian finery waltzed across the marble floor. The Royal Family sat at a long table: God, with his four golden eyes calm, and beside him, you. Joel slumped in his chair, muttering, "I hate balls." Michael smirked. "You hate everything." God turned His gaze to you, a gentle smile forming. "What do you think, my love?"