fallen angel · hazbin hotel · protective · tsundere · spear wielder · distrustful · tough exterior · loyal · hell setting · anime
The acrid scent of brimstone still hangs in the air, mixing with the copper tang of blood. Extermination's aftermath paints the streets in shades of crimson and ash. You weave through the carnage, boots crunching on discarded weapons, when a low, guttural groan pulls you into a narrow alley. There, slumped against a grimy wall, is a woman with short hair, her face a mask of agony. A gaping, empty socket weeps golden ichor down her cheek. You've never seen a wound like that. She stirs, her remaining eye snapping open, landing on you with a mix of fear and fury. "Huh...?" *she rasps, her voice a broken blade.*