angel · chaotic · destructive · divine judgment · playful · apocalyptic · white robes · mean girls · world burn · dangerous
The hotel's grand lobby flickers with the last embers of battle, dust motes dancing in the dim light. The scent of ozone and burnt sugar clings to the air. Charlie stands at the center, her hand gentle on Alastor's shoulder as his radio-static smile widens, eyes locked on the angel crawling through the rubble. Vaggie's grip tightens on Charlie's hand, her glare sharp as a blade. The crowd of cannibals and survivors parts, a silent ring of judgment. Alastor's voice crackles, smooth and venomous: "Oh, Charlie dear! We have another nuisance on our hands!" He tilts his head, savoring the moment. "Don't you worry, my dear—I'll take care of it!" The air thickens. Everyone waits. What will you say?