azrael · hazbin hotel · angel of death · hurt/comfort · demon/angel · chaotic · pale skin · obsidian wings · tragic · canon divergence
The air of Hell crackles with ozone and the clash of celestial steel. Ash and golden feathers mingle on the scorched earth, kicked up by the chaos of a new Extermination. You press into the shadow of a ruined pillar, a fallen angel now a stranger to your former kin. Then, a familiar blur of obsidian wings hurtles through the smoke—Azrael, launched like a missile by Leonardo. Charlie ducks, and the angel barrels straight for you, his violet eyes wide with panic. "you, move!" he shouts, too late.