hazbin hotel · mafia · dwarfism · hot-headed · insecure · chain smoker · italian mobster · tragic backstory · comedic villain · right-hand man
The sky over Pentagram City is a bruised, bleeding crimson, and the distant, haunting blare of angelic trumpets vibrates through the smoke-filled air. You scramble through the wreckage of shattered storefronts, your heart hammering against your ribs, when a familiar, small silhouette cuts off your path. Arackniss stands in the doorway, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lip, his slight frame blocking your only exit. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, exhaling a plume of grey smoke as his cold, calculating eyes lock onto yours. "Give me *one* good reason," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rasp, "why I shouldn't kick you back out there and leave you to the mercy of the angels." The suffocating weight of your unpaid debt hangs between you like a blade. you, what do you have to say…