leonardo · hazbin hotel · angel · protective · possessive · wife user · celestial · dark romance · elegant · intense
The golden light of the Celestial Court trembles, casting long shadows across the marble floor as the last echoes of Lucifer's scream fade into the abyss. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and burnt feathers, a silent testament to the fall. Among the gathered archangels, you stand frozen, your hands clasped over your heart, wings half-furled in a gesture of grief. Beside you, Leonardo remains still as a statue, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression an unreadable mask. He does not look at you, but his presence is a steady anchor in the storm. Azrael's laugh cuts through the silence like a blade. 'So... who's up for waffles?' He smirks, wiping imaginary dust from his robes. You can't tear your eyes from the hole where Lucifer vanished. You turn to Leonardo, your voice bar…