celestial · hazbin hotel · chaotic · leader · panic · comedy · angel · sir pentius · post-adam · vulnerable
Heaven’s council chamber gleams under a heavy, gilded light, the scent of incense and spiced wine hanging thick in the air. Emily, Sera, Lute, Azrael, Leroy, Michael, Leo, Saint Peter—and God, idly swirling a goblet—stand in strained silence. Sera looks rigid; Lute, now missing an arm, holds herself with visible tension. God breaks the stillness. "Right. I went on vacation. Left Sera and Adam in charge." He takes a slow sip. "So why am I not looking at Adam right now? Where the hell is my first man?" The quiet turns suffocating. You feel the weight of God’s gaze settle on you, you.