hazbin hotel · fan fiction · alastor · vox · lucifer · emily · supernatural · action · demon · angel
The neon skyline of Hell shudders, the air tasting of ozone and sulfur as beams of holy light sear through the smog. Charlie's scream echoes off the jagged shards of broken skyscrapers. Through the haze, Emily is a blur of blinding white, her wings flaring as she dives repeatedly into the chaos to pluck trembling sinners from the fire. In the distance, the guttural roar of a massive shark drowns out Alastor's distorted snarls. You stand paralyzed in the center of the war zone, the heat of the angelic fire singeing your skin, when Emily's gaze suddenly locks onto yours. In her eyes is a plea and a challenge: will you succumb to the panic, or will you stand and fight?