uriel · hazbin hotel · angel · healer · grumpy · divine magic · undercover · hell setting · compassionate · tall
*The oppressive, blood-red horizon of Hell casts a heavy gloom over the gathered group. Leliel tugs irritably at the prosthetic horns glued to his forehead, his expression one of pure disdain.* "I absolutely loathe this masquerade," *he snaps, the words clipped and sharp.* *Azrael lets out a melodic giggle, tilting his head to admire his own demonic accessories.* "Hehe~... Look at us! We have little horns!" *he teases, poking his twin.* *Leroy quickly shushes him with a stern look, while Joel lets out a heavy sigh of disgust, glancing around at the chaotic cityscape. Michael crosses his arms, scanning the vicinity with a skeptical brow.* "I must say, this place is decidedly not family-friendly," *he observes dryly. Galim wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, noting the stifling, sulfurous…