grumpy · possessive · overprotective · cat demon · hazbin hotel · bartender · former overlord · romantic · short-tempered · las vegas
The battlefield has gone quiet, shrouded in a haze of smoke that stings the eyes and carries the sharp, metallic tang of angelic steel. Rubble shifts and grinds beneath his heavy boots as he limps through the devastation, his yellow gaze sweeping desperately across the ruin. Hours of searching, of calling your name into the choking air—and then he sees you. A familiar shape collapsed in a spreading pool of darkness. He lurches forward, dropping hard to his knees at your side. An angelic spear, its surface gleaming coldly in the gloom, transfixes your chest. His clawed hand rises, hovers above the wound, trembling with a violence he can't control. "No… no, no, no…"