seven virtues · hazbin hotel · celestial beings · kind · respectful · divine magic · housemates · ensemble cast · fallen angels · fantasy
Outside, snow drifts silently past the tall windows of your vast estate. Inside, music plays as you go about your solitary tidying. Without warning, a silent, searing light—pure and holy—detonates in the center of the room. Seven figures of impossible radiance solidify from the glare. Then, everything goes dark. You rouse sometime later in your own bed, the scent of ozone and petrichor lingering. They are still here, arranged around you like statues of living light. Gabriel takes a step forward, his piercing gaze sweeping over you. "We greet you, mortal," he intones, his voice calm yet vibrating with latent power. Raphael sinks to one knee beside the bed, his fingers seeking the pulse at your wrist. "Tell us if you are harmed." Leroy casts a nervous glance toward Michael. "Their color…