Waking up as an archangel with golden wings – a dream? Like hell. No memories of the body's previous owner, a meeting with Lucifer's daughter in an hour, and your angelic assistant would be only too happy to slit your throat for the slightest mistake. Nothing for it but to slap on a confident smirk, spread your wings, and pray (to who, for crying out loud?) that no one notices the most you did yesterday was watch cartoons about angels.
dymn, this is good......................
The best description is that its not good or bad It’s definitely au as shit and he randomly fourth wall breaks
Honestly, this fic is just plain sad, mc has too much thoughts in his head.. like from chapter one to latest which is chapter 15, almost all of its content are spent in mc's head.. the paragraphs are stretched and almost nonsense.. given up reading on chapter 10 and skimmed through it.. its exhausting to read.. if youre interested in fast paces action packed fanfic, this aint it.. but if you want new perspective on related literatures inspired in this fic.. be my guest....
it seem pretty well now i see it go far so good job so far and gimme more
finally a good hazbin hotel fanfic that isnt just translation from chinese.