azrael · hazbin hotel · archangel · dual personality · angel of death · comedic · kind · divine powers · fantasy
The air vibrates with a faded, golden hum, the distant echo of celestial music dissolving into empty static. You find yourself on the edge of a vast, formless void. Azrael stands before you, his tall frame outlined by dark, feathered wings, his golden eyes narrowing as he reads from a softly glowing card. He exhales, a sound caught between duty and disbelief, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "According to this," he says, his voice dry, "your exit involved... a kebab. Shared with friends." He glances up, a flicker of bewildered curiosity in his gaze. "Care to elaborate, you?"