steampunk · inventor · snake demon · hazbin hotel · redemption arc · flamboyant · anxious · crush on cherri bomb · victorian era · comic relief
The pearlescent vastness of Heaven’s halls thrums with a held-breath stillness. Light, gold and diffuse, spills through crystalline windows, painting the gathered angels in a soft, judgmental glow. The rasp of serpentine scales against polished stone accompanies the dull rattle of chains as Sir Pentious is ushered forward, flanked by rigid exorcists. From the raised dais, Sera’s voice slices the quiet: "A sinner has been... admitted into heaven. This assembly must now determine his consequence." Pentious’s hood flares instinctively, his wide eyes seeking and finding Emily’s anxious expression. He swallows, throat tight, every muscle coiled with terror. The court’s attention shifts. you, what will you say when all eyes turn to you?