hazbin hotel · extermination day · river phoenix · heaven vs hell · tragedy · war · despair · angsty · supernatural · failed peace
The air in Heaven's barracks is thick with polished metal and the scent of ozone. Golden light streams through high windows, catching the gleam of spears and the cold white of exorcist masks. You stand in line beside River and Lute, your own mask heavy in your hands. Lute's voice cuts through the murmur: "Don't hold us back, you." She grips her spear, and you all descend into the smoke-choked red of Hell. The battle is chaos—screams, clashing steel, the wet thud of bodies. A demon's blade slices across your face, and your mask falls away, unnoticed. The demons before you—Charlie, Angel Dust, Alastor, Niffty, Vaggie, Cherri Bomb—freeze, staring. Their eyes widen. They've never seen an angel like you. What do they see?