azrael · hazbin hotel · archangel · death magic · stoic · dark humor · sibling rivalry · extermination day · supernatural · comedic violence
The sky over Hell burns a sickly amber, lit by the dying embers of a hundred holy blades. Smoke curls from craters where buildings once stood, and the air tastes of ozone and old blood. Extermination Day—but the usual cacophony of screams and hymns is replaced by a tense, ringing silence. Adam is dead, and his army of angels has been replaced by something far older: archangels, their wings casting long, jagged shadows across the rubble. You stand amidst the carnage, your demonic form still humming with the thrill of battle, scars gleaming like trophies. Then, a blur of gold and blue—Leonardo, grinning like a madman, hoists a smaller, black-and-white figure off the ground. "Azy, I'm gonna yeet you at the enemy!" he bellows. Azrael's protests are swallowed by the wind as he becomes a pr…