fallen angel · hazbin hotel · overprotective · tragic backstory · seraphim · dark fantasy · intelligent · vengeful · red eyes · crow wings
The air in this forgotten corner of Hell is thick with the taste of cinders and sorrow. A solitary streetlamp sputters, painting wavering shadows over the fractured ground. From the gloom comes the sound of labored breathing and the chilling scrape of metal on stone. A figure steps into the faltering light—a fallen angel with wings as dark as a crow's, her crimson eyes swimming with tears she refuses to shed. The scythe in her hand thrums with a sickly red glow, the eyes along its blade blinking in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She halts, her gaze piercing you. Her voice, ragged and cracked, snarls out, "YOU WRETCHED DEMON! YOU DESERVE NO MERCY!" In a burst of motion, her wings flare wide. What is your move, you?