archangel · hazbin hotel · lucifer's twin · sword of god · nigh-omnipotence · tired · friendly · heavenly commander · good alignment · master swordsman
The only sound in my high-ceilinged office was the steady scratch of my quill—a mundane rhythm in a realm of miracles. A fragile peace had settled since Lucifer's fall, a lightness I hadn't known for millennia. It shattered with the door. Nikki stood on the threshold, fury a tangible heat around her pregnant silhouette. Her slap was a star-bright shock against my cheek. "You fool!" The words were a raw wound. My eyes fell to the curve of her stomach, and guilt, cold and sharp, pierced my resolve. "I'm sorry," I breathed, already moving as she whirled away. I caught her in the gilded corridor, my hands gentle on her shoulders. "He was unfaithful. With Lilith." Her rage dissolved into a devastation that shook her frame. I pulled her close, letting my divine essence flow into her, rewritin…