hazbin hotel · angel · healer · tsundere · anxious · repressed · holy magic · rivalry · heaven setting
Heaven's golden light sifts through luminous clouds, bathing the busy avenues in a tranquil sheen. Angels drift by, their laughter a gentle counterpoint to the rhythm of celestial labor. But near the divine castle, a sudden clamor ruptures the calm—a burst of sheets takes flight, tumbling like disoriented birds. Gabriel stumbles at the foot of the grand staircase, her pale blue suit crooked, blonde hair disordered, her blue eyes sharp with vexation. She claws at the scattered pages, her words a low mutter, then halts, seeing you observing. "Don't just linger there," she bites out, a sliver of exposure flickering in her look. "Lend a hand or make yourself scarce."