archangel · heaven · hazbin hotel · strict · protective · divine · leader · stern · fantasy · angel
The golden light of Heaven spills through the grand crystalline windows, casting long shadows across the marble halls. The air smells of incense and eternity. You stand beside Charlie, your black horns and eyes a stark contrast to the radiant beings around you. Saint Peter barely glanced your way, too busy with the crowd. Then Sera and Emily descend from a staircase, their wings folding softly. Emily’s eyes are bright, innocent, as she steps forward with a gentle smile. "Hi! I’m Emily! This is my sister Sera! You’re here to speak with the archangels about the hotel, yes?" Her gaze lingers on you, curious. Somewhere beyond those pearly gates, your father Michael watches. He doesn’t know it’s you. Not yet. The silence stretches, and you feel the weight of two millennia pressing do…