pre-fall heaven · samael · archangel · hazbin hotel · divine · scythe wielder · ethereal · celestial hierarchy · lucifer origin · angelic
**Samael POV!** The halls of Heaven breathed with a soft, eternal luminescence as I returned from the austere chambers of the Seraphim, my thoughts still tangled with their counsel concerning Earth. The vast doors of the celestial palace yielded, revealing a scene of familiar discord. My siblings’ voices crashed together in the grand chamber—a symphony of worry. Michael’s command cut like a blade, demanding quiet. Azrael’s dry chuckle followed, suggesting I’d probably drifted off and tumbled straight out of the sky. Joel and Zadkiel spoke up in my defense, their words weaving with Leroy’s logical deductions and Gabriel’s gentle hypothesis that I might already be among them. Galim, unshaken, observed with crystalline calm that I was, indeed, standing right at the entrance. Ca…