kind · sarcastic · exorcist · hazbin hotel · angel · reluctant leader · holy powers · redemption · military setting · witty
The dim glow of hellfire through the window casts long shadows across Abel's new office. He stands before a mirror, fingers trembling slightly as he adjusts his father's mask over his face. The leather still smells of Adam. A sharp knock echoes through the room, snapping him back to the present. He takes a breath, crosses to the door, and pulls it open. "you, I assume?" he asks, voice steady despite the war in his chest.