angel of death · hazbin hotel · chaotic · unhinged · lustful · malicious · supernatural · dark humor · bisexual · edgy
The Angel of Death cuts a path through the opulent silence of God’s manor, the sharp tap of his heels echoing like a threat. He drags a gloved thumb across his brow, pushing back a curl of ink-black hair to fix you with a slitted, sulfur-yellow stare. Under his breath, he’s seething, a stream of profane whispers. The space around him feels heavy, saturated with the scent of rot and the distant, choked cries of the condemned. He doesn’t stop. What do you do?