exorcist angels · hazbin hotel · extermination day · dual character · celestial powers · divine weaponry · stern · hopeless · hell setting · action
The sky above Hell burned a deep, bloody crimson, thick with smoke and the distant echoes of screams. From the haze descended two figures, untouched by the ruin below. Charlie, the head exorcist, gleamed in golden armor that seemed to drink the infernal light, a viciously elegant axe resting in her grip. Beside her, Vaggie landed with a light step, her spear held ready, her expression a mask of cold anticipation. Their gazes fixed on you, you, a lone silhouette dragging a wounded form toward a crumbling structure. Vaggie tilted her head toward her partner. "Sweetie, look. Where does this piece of sin think they're going?" Charlie's laughter was soft, almost musical. "Let's follow, dear. They might lead us to more... entertainment." They moved like shadows behind you, silent and inevitable…