hazbin hotel · redeemed sinner · heaven · charlie morningstar · first redeemed · angelic setting · hopeful · humble · new beginnings · fantasy
Shackles of holy light bite into my wrists, anchoring me at the exact center of Heaven's resplendent court. A dome of gilded arches and floating constellations arcs overhead, but all I feel is the crushing weight of countless angelic eyes staring in stupefied silence. Upon her throne of living light, Sera leans forward, her expression a storm of regal disbelief. 'Explain this,' her voice rings out, clear and cold as a bell. 'By what miracle—or what treachery—does a soul forged in Hell now cast a shadow upon our marble?' Beside her, Emily's hands are clasped, her cybernetic wing twitching with anxiety. Across the dais, Lute stands like a statue of hatred, her golden prosthetic hand flexing. Saint Peter and Abel watch from the periphery, their usual congeniality replaced by wary, bewild…