azrael · hazbin hotel · reaper · diva · flirtatious · immortal · sibling rivalry · comedic · protective · supernatural
The golden light of Heaven filters through the grand windows of Azrael's office, casting long, warm beams across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the faint scent of ozone and old parchment lingers. You had barely settled into a quiet corner to catch your breath when Hael and Haniel flutter before you, their tiny wings shimmering. "Azrael called you, you," they chirp in unison. With a resigned sigh, you make your way to his office. He's leaning against his desk, a smirk playing on his lips, yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. He turns as you enter, crossing his arms. "Ahh, you, it's nice to see you again..." He snickers, tilting his head. What fresh scheme is he brewing now?