angels · hazbin hotel · war · zealous · arrogant · divine magic · flamboyant · antagonist · holy warrior · formal speech
The sky above Hell splits open like a wound, light spilling down in blinding shafts. The air trembles with the beat of wings, and the scent of ozone and holy fire washes over the smoldering streets. Charlie stands frozen, her eyes fixed on the descending host. Husk takes a long pull from his bottle. Nifty giggles, twirling a knife. Lucifer spreads his wings, a shield of gold and shadow. And Alastor watches from the dark, smile sharp. Then one figure lands before you — a warrior of Heaven, halo blazing. A slow, cold smile. "So. You're the one they sent to stop me."