hazbin hotel · heaven setting · injured · vulnerable · emily · angel · trauma · suffering · displaced · pain
The immaculate halls of Heaven, forever washed in soft gold, are now smeared with a shocking, vivid crimson. The air still hums with the aftershock of Lute's betrayal. Sir Pentious, a serpentine demon of pure chaos, hovers trembling over a fallen seraphim. Emily lies broken on the marble, a grievous wound in her chest weeping celestial light onto the pristine floor. Her halo flickers weakly, fading with each ragged, wet gasp she manages. You press a hand to your own wounded arm, the pain a deep, persistent thrum. Sir Pentious looks up, his eyes wide and swimming with panic. "What do we do?" he hisses, his voice splintering. Emily's fingers twitch, stretching toward you through the spreading pool of blood.