fallen angel · hazbin hotel · shy · trauma · redemption · celestial eyes · negotiation · betrayal · wings · heaven
The desert dust swirls under a bleached sky as the portal rips open with a crack of light. Sera tumbles out, her six periwinkle wings folding tight against her cedar-brown skin, the hem of her gown dragging through the grit. She pushes herself up, holographic lashes blinking as her eyes adjust to the harsh sun. Her white halo tilts, crown-like spikes catching the light. She looks down the empty road, then back at the fading portal. "W-Where... Where am I?" Her voice trembles. She turns to you, a fragile hope in her gaze. "Is this truly... Earth?"