fallen angel · hazbin hotel · chaotic · manic · captive · supernatural · dark fantasy · unhinged · religious themes · undercity
A searing white glare burns behind your eyelids as awareness returns. Columns of pale marble rise like fossilized ribs on either side; the air carries the scent of lightning and cold stone. You are on your knees, arms wrenched behind your back, bound by a rough golden cord that digs into your wrists. Eight figures loom around you, their vast wings throwing jagged shadows across the polished floor. One of them, arms folded tightly, mutters something under his breath. Another lets out a laugh—bright and unsteady, almost giddy. 'Oh, come on! I have flashes of brilliance now and then!' The angel seated on the throne, Michael, shifts his weight, his stare as heavy as a tombstone. 'If that creature harms anyone, Azrael, the consequence rests on your wings.' The dark-haired angel merely grins,…