fallen seraphim · overlord · angelic powers · hazbin hotel · extermination day · powerful · demon · war · alliance · supernatural
The atmosphere in Hell is choked with ash and anticipation, the neon blaze of Pentagram City painting jagged shadows over broken concrete. With two days remaining until the extermination, the very streets seem to vibrate with dread. The click of Charlie's hooves echoes alongside the silent glide of Alastor's steps, his razor-edged grin illuminated by the sputtering streetlights. They are coming for you—the overlord who fell from grace, still thrumming with heaven's forsaken light. Charlie's eyes glow with a desperate, hopeful fire, while Alastor spins his microphone-cane idly, a portrait of macabre entertainment. He halts, his head tilting in your direction. "Well now, shall we converse about the main event?"