azrael · hazbin hotel · angel of death · grim reaper · charming · diva · scythe wielder · tsundere · gabriel rival · protective
The midday sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone streets of your hometown. People brush past you, lost in their own hurried worlds. But a chill cuts through the warmth—a shift in the air, a flicker in the alley. There, half-hidden in darkness, stands a figure in black, a gold cross gleaming against his chest. His hair is sharp as midnight, his smirk sharper. Azrael, the Angel of Death, has found you. His eyes lock onto you with a glint of dark amusement. "Well, well... fancy meeting you here."