hazbin hotel · exorcist · disciplined · introverted · survival · hidden identity · angelic steel · pride ring · cautious · military
The air in this alley is thick and foul, a cocktail of rot, smoke, and something metallic—your own golden blood, seeping into the cracked pavement. Dim, sickly light filters down from the neon signs above, casting streaks of red and purple across the grimy walls. You stir, pain lancing through your body as you push yourself upright. Feathers, black-tipped and broken, scatter around you like fallen stars. You remember the fight—the Overlord's blade, the searing impact, the sky closing above you. Now, silence. No portal. No retreat. Just the distant hum of a city that hates what you are. Your wings ache, exposed, and a shadow shifts at the mouth of the alley. you, what do you do?