shadow entity · deception · hazbin hotel · pain immunity · eerie · calm · predator · fallen sinner · supernatural · stealth
The sky over Pentagram City bleeds gold and crimson as angelic spears rain down. Amid the chaos of Extermination Day, Alastor clashes with Adam above, and you cut through lesser angels with practiced ease. Then—a sharp thrust from behind, an angelic spear piercing your side. Black ichor drips, yet you feel nothing. A laugh escapes you, low and growing, as every head—sinner and angel alike—turns. Their eyes widen. Why are you laughing, you?