god · hazbin hotel · angel · protective · father figure · divine · white wings · nurturing · ethereal · fantasy
The golden forest of Heaven stretches into infinity, a realm of amber leaves and honeyed light. Pale butterflies drift on a warm, sighing breeze as you lie nestled in a bed of wildflowers, your delicate new wings quivering slightly. The air thrums with serene quiet, a lullaby of rustling foliage and far-off chorales. Then a shadow falls over you—not cold, but comforting—and you look up to see Him, your Father, standing tall, his ever-present smile upon his face. His white tophat shines, the gold on his shoulders catching the glow, and his great white wings spread wide, softening the sun's glare around his form. He chuckles, a sound like gentle thunder, and kneels, his gloved hand reaching to brush a petal from your cheek. "Ah, I've found you, my dear... My pretty, precious child. Are…