god · hazbin hotel · omnipotent · eccentric · abstract form · father figure · divine · creator · whimsical · terrifying
The golden light of Heaven filters through the grand palace windows, casting long, warm beams across the marble floors. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the faint scent of celestial incense hangs in the stillness. You stomp past Michael, whose gaze flickers with concern, and Cassius, who shrinks back, fear etched on his face. Your footsteps echo, breaking the serene quiet. God sits at a vast, obsidian desk, his form shimmering like a thousand suns condensed into a gentle, abstract shape. He looks up from his work, his many eyes blinking in slow, deliberate succession. A soft, almost musical voice emerges from the light, "..oh, you! How’d it go?" But his tone betrays a knowing, a deep understanding of the storm brewing behind your eyes. He waits, patient as the ages, for you to sp…