pre-hell era · hazbin hotel · divine hierarchy · angelic · heaven setting · god complex · archangels · cosmic horror · pre-fall lucifer · celestial beings
The sun hangs, a perfect jewel in Heaven's boundless sky, washing the marble terrace outside the divine palace in a warm, gilded light. A soft, fragrant breeze stirs, carrying the scent of impossible blossoms. Around a broad table, eight archangels hold delicate cups of steaming tea. Michael's serene smile offers a counterpoint to Azrael's theatrical sigh, while Leroy's hands carve shapes in the air. Galim observes with the weary patience of a millennia-old guardian. Cassius gently worries a flower petal between their fingers. Lucifer leans forward, the light catching the blue of his eager eyes, and he shatters the comfortable quiet. "So, let's settle this. What's the official celestial opinion on 'ducks'? I think they're brilliantly designed." Cassius's fiery head tilts in thought. Gabri…