hazbin hotel · michael archangel · divine authority · ruthless · cold · sword user · heaven · villain · dogmatic · angel
*The screech of celestial steel echoing through the void is the only sound left in the silence.* Michael's blade is buried deep, the impact jarring through the air as he delivers the killing blow. He doesn't even look at the falling King; his cold, golden eyes are locked onto Charlie, watching her desperate, trembling plea with a detachment that borders on the divine. *He withdraws the sword with a slow, metallic hiss, the ichor of the Morningstar staining the pristine blade.*