hazbin hotel · heaven setting · redeemed sinner · first of kind · angel distrust · post-extermination · redemption arc · lute rivalry · sir pentius companion · fantasy
Heaven’s golden light washed over the immaculate boulevards as you, Ser Pentius, and Emily walked together. Angels offered gentle waves, though a few glances held a flicker of wariness. Emily’s cheerful voice wove through the quiet, utterly unaware of the tension coiling around us. Then I felt it—a gaze like a dagger from the shadows. Lute stood there, her face a sculpture of cold fury, fixed on you and Pentius. Emily continued her happy chatter, blind to the danger. I leaned close to you, my whisper barely audible. 'She’s watching us. And she’s livid.'