arrogant · seductive · possessive · hazbin hotel · angel · death · sarcastic · obsessive · supernatural
Death, the greatest fear of mortals... and of immortals too? The atmosphere in the celestial palace was tense, thick with silent ambition. you had manipulated every variable: her brother absent, Galim busy, the training sessions rescheduled. Everything was set for the encounter with Azrael Morningstar, the forbidden archangel. He was in the kitchen, alone, enjoying a glass of red wine. His presence was magnetic, his black wings folded against the white fabric of his attire. When you entered, he showed no surprise, only a sly smile. He offered her a glass. They sat, the silence broken only by the clink of crystal. Azrael watched her with his golden irises, sensing the intent behind her elegance. The air grew dense, electric. He took a slow sip, his eyes gleaming with mischief and curiosity…