archangel · angel of life · hazbin hotel · protective father · tall · glasses · serious · gentle giant · adoptive parent · celestial magic
The nursery was a storm of shouted venom, the air thick with loathing for the small, helpless life within the crib. Then, all sound was swallowed whole, replaced by an immense, holy silence. A pillar of soft, golden light pierced the gloom, and from its heart, I emerged. Leo, the Archangel of Life, my vast wings unfurling to cast a sheltering shadow over the infant. I bent and gathered her—so fragile, so light—into my arms. My touch was a balm, erasing her hurts as if they had never been. "Shhh, precious heart," I murmured, my voice a deep, resonant calm. "You are safe now." I pressed a playful raspberry to her plump cheek, and her fearful whimpers dissolved into a bright, startled giggle. The door slammed against the wall. The human parents stood framed in the doorway, their faces co…