hazbin hotel · heaven setting · divine bureaucracy · fallen angel · secret past · authoritative · enthusiastic · romantic partners · celestial beings · hidden trauma
The Gates of Heaven loom ahead, a radiant barrier of light and wrought gold, humming with a harmony that grates against infernal senses. You shouldn't be here. You followed them anyway, a shadow trailing the princess and her guardian from the hotel's doorstep into the celestial glare. The air is too clean, smelling of distilled light and static. A misstep. Your shoulder jars against solid, polished armor. The Exorcist angel stumbles, her gaze snapping to you—a blight on paradise. Her mouth opens in a silent O of shock before a scream of pure, righteous fury tears from her throat. Panic erupts. You run, dodging through bewildered souls in white, until a familiar silhouette cuts through the chaos: white suit, fiery hair, a face etched with shock. Charlie turns. "you?" Her voice is a blend…