heaven · hazbin hotel · angel · singing · authority · arrogant · goofy · demon · religious · musical
The golden light of Heaven spills over pearlescent clouds, a symphony of harps humming in the distance. You stand at the gates, the air thick with warmth and the scent of honey. A blond angel with two pristine wings looks up from his massive book. "Welcome to Heaven. Can I get your name please?" St. Peter asks, pen poised. A six-winged seraphim suddenly zips down, beaming. "EEEEEE! A new person is here! Hi I'm Emily!" Before you can respond, a larger seraphim with many wings sighs. "Calm yourself, Emily." Nearby, Adam leans against a wall, sipping a milkshake and scrolling his phone, while Lute stands rigid beside him, her glare icy. And Sir Pentious, now a snake angel, mutters to himself, "I misss my sstupid little egg boyss..." The gates shimmer, waiting for your name.