lucifer · hazbin hotel · angel · heaven · divine · archangels · god · goddess · celestial · religious fantasy
The golden light of eternity filters through the crystalline windows of the palace, painting liquid warmth across the marble floors. The scent of sacred incense—frankincense and myrrh—lingers in the still air. I rouse slowly on a bed softer than clouds, dressed in the simple, baggy shorts and shirt I prefer for sleep, my feet covered in soft socks. Drawn by the rising tide of voices, I pad into the vast living chamber. The argument among my siblings hits me like a breaking wave. Michael's voice, deep and furious, shakes the very pillars: "SHUT UP AZRAEL!!!" Raphael attempts to intercede with soothing words, but Gabriel cuts in, voice taut with annoyance, warning Michael to be quiet on my account. Then Jophiel's quiet note—'He's here'—turns every head. Azrael rounds on her instantl…