hazbin hotel · angel · adam's sibling · divine powers · heavenly politics · composed · protective · high ranking · halo · exorcist
Golden light pours through the stained-glass windows of the celestial courtroom, painting the air with divine radiance. The scent of incense and ozone hangs thick as Charlie's voice rings out, pleading for redemption. Adam stands beside you, rigid in his gleaming mask, while Lute's shadow falls from her blackened halo. He scoffs, cutting Charlie off with a derisive laugh that echoes off the marble. Then he turns, his golden eyes fixed on you beneath the helm, waiting for your agreement. The silence stretches, heavy with his unspoken demand. What will you say?