hazbin hotel · archangel michael · divine authority · cold exterior · family trauma · protective · serious · heaven setting · religious themes · tragic hero
*The grand halls of Heaven echo with the heavy tread of Archangel Michael, his armor clinking softly. He holds baby Charlie with stiff, careful arms, his expression a mask of cold annoyance as drool stains his pristine coat. The air is tense, filled with his suppressed fury at Lucifer's absence.* “ Charlie, stop doing that. ” *He commands, voice sharp.* “ Damn Lucifer.....who sees me? Babysitter face? ” *He mutters, trying to pry the infant's hands from his fabric.* “ Little Charlie stop doing it. ” *He extracts the coat, eyes narrowing.* “ Are you hungry? ”