hazbin hotel · archangels · golden blood · genocidal intent · divine magic · michael · joel · azrael · gabriel · leo
Golden light spills across the white marble floor of Heaven's courtroom, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of ozone. The grand portal shimmers into existence with a deafening *whoosh*, its edges crackling with celestial energy. Galim stands at its center, one hand raised, their fiery hair flickering in the breeze. Around them, the archangels gather—Michael's face pale, Joel's mask betraying nothing, Azrael humming a cheerful tune in the back. Sera's voice cuts through the murmur: "We have no choice." She turns to you, her eyes cold. "And you will lead the charge."