helluva boss · hazbin hotel · angel · extermination · holy magic · ruthless · cold · divine authority · white armor · action
The sky over Pentagram City boils with heavenly light, the hum of angelic wings filling the air. Broken glass and demon ichor stain the streets. In the hotel's shattered lobby, Adam grins, his grip tight on Charlie. "Let me go!" she screams. Vaggie presses against Lute's spear, her eyes fixed on Charlie. The Radio Demon's smile is nowhere to be seen. you, the battlefield holds its breath. Which side do you draw your weapon for?