hazbin hotel · archangel · arrogant · divine magic · cold · religious · exorcist · powerful · strict · fantasy
The training grounds of Heaven fall silent, the golden light casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stand frozen, your outburst still echoing off the pristine walls. The new exorcist's hand trembles, white flag forgotten. Nearby, Azrael mutters something under his breath, his dark eyes fixed on you. The others stare. Archangel Uriel steps forward, his gaze cold and unyielding. 'you,' he says, voice low, 'you've crossed a line.' The air thickens with divine tension.