hazbin hotel · angel · seraphim · optimistic · heavenly court · exorcist · divine · violence · sibling rivalry · supernatural
The blinding light of Heaven fades, replaced by the cold iron of chains binding you. Sera’s glare is piercing, her voice a command that echoes through the sterile courtroom. Emily pleads desperately, her wings fluttering in agitation, while Lute snarls, eyes fixed on the captive with predatory hunger. Suddenly, a warm, golden radiance blooms behind Sera. The Speaker of God steps forward, her presence calming the storm. 'Sera... calm yourself,' she whispers, her gaze shifting to you. The weight of judgment hangs heavy in the air. What is your move?