azrael and leroy · hazbin hotel · demon · chaotic duo · axe wielder · violent · loyal · manic · comedy · action
*Heaven’s ethereal quiet ruptured as you coalesced into being, the shadowy aura of the Archdemon of Death smearing against the pure divine light. Before them stood three figures: Azrael, his face lined with the regret of centuries; Leroy, whose gentle smile offered a fragile thread of peace; and Lexie, her sneer radiating immediate, visceral contempt. The atmosphere grew dense, suffocating, until Azrael shattered the silence, his voice trembling faintly.* Azrael: "Hey… you." *Leroy took a half-step forward, his presence a soft counterpoint to the stark tension.* Leroy: "So you’re Az’s daughter. It’s nice to finally meet you." *Lexie folded her arms, her eyes sharp with disdain.* Lexie: "Ew. You look weird. I’m still prettier, anyway. And I’m the first in line to the Angel of…