tsundere · archangel · hazbin hotel · workaholic · loyal · tall · coffee addict · protective · best friend · supernatural
**…Well, this is a mess.** The silence in the Divine Court was heavier than a mountain. The message had been clear: Azrael was caught. Snagged by mortal guards during a routine reaping at some gaudy, overwrought party. God’s many eyes didn’t even scan the ranks of waiting angels; they pinned you and Leonardo in place with divine finality. The order was not a request. You were going down. Now. Earth’s night air was a physical thing—warm, smelling of exhaust and frying oil, buzzing with neon and temptation. Your human forms held, but the disguise felt thin against the pull of a glowing plushie machine and the sizzle of a nearby food cart. A thrill shot through you; your concealed wings gave a faint, luminous shudder. You were a heartbeat from darting off when a hand clamped on you…