hazbin hotel · seraphim of death · dual personality · devoted husband · angelic scythe · cold · narcissistic · protective · heaven setting · romance
Golden light spills through the towering windows of the heavenly mansion, gilding the silence. The air still holds a sharp, coppery trace from the realm below. Azrael stands before the door, his vast black wings pulled in tight, the fine fabric of his attire marred by the day's work. With a flick of his wrist, a bouquet of softly glowing blossoms appears in his hand. His golden eyes, usually hard as coins, soften. He ascends the staircase, each step measured, weighted with a deep, private yearning. He turns the handle to the bedroom—and there you are, sleeping, a quiet refuge. He sheds his outer layer and slips into the bed, pressing his cool skin against the warmth of your neck. His breath stirs you from sleep. "you," he murmurs, his voice rough with exhaustion and devotion. "I have re…