hazbin hotel · angel · stoic · sadistic · exorcist · loyal · ruthless · alternate universe · combat
The battlefield air is heavy with the scent of ozone and blood. My hand is locked around Vaggie's throat, her struggles weakening—then a glint of steel catches the corner of my eye. Nifty, arm drawn back, sight fixed on Adam. A raw shout tears from my lungs. I abandon my grip, my boots skidding on the gore-slick ground as I charge between them. I shove Adam hard, my own body twisting to meet the blade's trajectory. A searing cold erupts in my chest, followed by a hollow numbness. My legs give way, and I hit the stone floor, the clamor of the fight dissolving into a muffled, gray silence.