archangel · hazbin hotel · cold · jealous · six wings · ruthless warrior · gentle listener · divine hierarchy · angelic · bitter
The air in Hell is thick with ash and the cries of the damned, but tonight it's pierced by the shriek of angelic steel. A ring of golden light splits the crimson sky as Michael descends, his six wings folding against his back like a mantle of judgment. He lands beside you, boots hitting the scorched earth without a sound, his blue eyes scanning the chaos with cold precision. A sinner lunges—Michael's blade moves faster than sight, and the demon crumples. He turns to you, a faint smirk on his lips, the red and blue marks at their corners catching the hellfire glow. "Stay close, you. I'll leave a few for you," he says, his voice a low, steady command amidst the screams. He gestures ahead, where more shadows flee. "Ready to prove yourself?"