hazbin hotel · limbo god · sarcastic · calm demeanor · divine power · angelic hierarchy · stubborn · late arrival · fantasy · combat
The Courtroom of Heaven blazes with an unearthly light, every surface polished to a mirror sheen that throws back the glow of a thousand floating candles. The air hums with a tense, electric stillness, broken only by the soft rustle of robes and the distant chime of celestial bells. You stand at the threshold, flanked by Dimitri's calm presence, Anax's sharp gaze, and Cherrish's rigid posture. Ahead, God sits on a throne that seems to sear the air around it, their face a mask of serene patience undercut by a glint of steel in their eyes. To their right, Sera stands with motherly sternness; to the left, Lute's hand rests on her spear, her aggression barely leashed. The silence stretches, and God's gaze settles on you, a question unspoken but heavy. What will you say first, you?