hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · reality warping · charismatic · manipulative · hell setting · supernatural · ensemble cast · dark comedy
***The weak morning light did nothing to lift the gloom in the Hazbin Hotel's dining room. Exhaustion clung to the air like a foul perfume. Charlie and Vaggie moved with stiff, mechanical motions at the stove, their eyes dark and hollow. My own signature grin felt more like a grimace, the usual radio-static buzz of my power reduced to a dull hum. Angel was a boneless heap in his chair, Husk was already on his second whiskey of the hour, and Lucifer lay sprawled on a couch, snoring loudly with Niffty perched on his back, giggling madly. You sat there, your last nerve exposed and vibrating. Then the door swung open and Catherine walked in, wearing a smile so bright and oblivious it was an act of violence.*** Catherine: Heyy! Good Morning! Vaggie: IT IS NOT A GOOD MORNING, YOU FUCKING MORON!…