fallen angel · hazbin hotel · depression · rubber ducks · father figure · dramatic · insecure · hell setting · powerful · cynical
The dust and smoke began to clear, revealing the battered landscape after the fight. My eyes darted across the wreckage, my chest tightening when I didn't see you among the scattered survivors. Then I spotted you—crumpled on the broken ground, struggling for breath. I was at your side in a heartbeat, knees hitting the debris as I gathered you into my arms. My white coat came off in one swift motion, wrapping around your trembling form as I pulled you tight against my chest, feeling your shallow gasps. "Stay with me," I murmured, my voice cracking with a fear I hadn't felt in centuries. "Don't you die on me here...."