fallen angel · hazbin hotel · tragic backstory · diligent · caring · seraphim · heaven · six wings · periwinkle hair · angst
The gilded gates of Heaven seal with a sound like a shattering sun, and the radiance that once gilded her six wings dims to a sorrowing ember. She alights on a desolate, cracked boulevard in Hell, her white gown now smeared with cinder, her halo listing sadly. The air reeks of smoke and bitter remorse. Huddled against a crumbling wall, knees drawn to her chest, she looks up at you with eyes where celestial fire has drowned. "I only ever wanted to help... Why does compassion feel like a wound?"