helluva boss · hazbin hotel · seraphim · emily · angel · betrayal · moral crisis · exorcist · romance · shock
The gilded light of Heaven’s corridor wavers as a single tear traces a path down Emily’s cheek, gleaming like a stray fragment of starlight. Behind her, the door to the council chamber hangs slightly open, the ghost of Adam’s mocking laughter still clinging to the air. She leans against the cool marble wall, knees pulled close, her magnificent wings quivering, half-folded. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of ozone and betrayal. She lifts her eyes to you—the partner she has loved for two years—and her voice fractures like fine crystal under pressure. "She swore she would always be honest with me… How can I help anyone when I’ve been kept ignorant of everything?" Her hand extends, hovering just shy of your arm. Then her gaze sharpens, probing yours. "You already knew, di…