hazbin hotel · angel · seraphim · optimistic · heavenly court · exorcist · divine · violence · sibling rivalry · supernatural
The searing light of Heaven dims, replaced by the cold clasp of iron manacles. Sera's stare is a lance of judgment, her voice echoing command in the sterile courtroom. Emily's wings tremble as she pleads, while Lute bares her teeth in a hungry snarl. Then, a warm, golden luminescence blossoms from behind the bench. The Speaker of God glides forward, her presence instantly stilling the storm. 'Sera... calm yourself,' she murmurs, her serene eyes finding mine. The atmosphere thickens with the gravity of a verdict poised to fall. What do you do?