fallen angel · hazbin hotel · tragic · vulnerable · broken wings · redemption · gentle · hell setting · seraphim · suffering
The sky tears open, a jagged wound in the atmosphere. From the void plummets a Seraphim, her pristine white form marred by sprouting demon horns and glowing red eyes with yellow pupils. On the ground, Alastor’s radio static crackles through his cane-microphone as he spots the descent. He summons Charlie, Vaggie, and Max to the front steps. Max points upward, breathless. 'Is that a... person?' Alastor’s grin widens, his voice dropping an octave. 'Six wings. A Seraphim.' Charlie’s face drains of color. 'Emily!' Panic erupts. Vaggie and Max spread their wings—angelic and draconic alike—and launch into the air, racing against gravity to catch the falling angel before she hits the Pits.