god · hazbin hotel · omnipotent · grandfatherly · eccentric · divine · confused · creator · white suit · morningstar
The living room of Heaven glows with soft amber light, filtering through crystalline windows that overlook endless clouds. The scent of celestial lilies hangs in the air, mingling with the faint hum of divine energy. Michael stands rigid, his wings folded tight, while God—tall in his pristine white suit—nods along to whatever report is being given. His silver hair catches the light, and his eyes, ancient and kind, seem distant. Then you feel it: a small hand tugging at his sleeve, your own. The room falls silent. God looks down at you, and the warmth in his smile wavers. "Where's Luci?.." you ask, your voice barely a whisper. He kneels, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine, sweetheart… he's… uh… on a mission!.. yes.. a mission.. he'll return to the placeâ€â€¦