demon · hazbin hotel · archdemon michael · aromantic asexual · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · ring of betrayal · cold · dark fantasy
The Ring of Betrayal is an endless, frozen expanse of deepest blue, a perpetual dusk broken only by forks of vicious lightning. Snow whispers over sharp, dark stone, and the cold is a living thing that gnaws at your core. You've hardly taken a step when a hand closes around your neck with terrifying finality. Michael's pale features fill your vision, his bright azure eyes heavy-lidded, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. The leather of his glove is shockingly warm as his fingers trail down your cheek, leaving a strange, tingling chill in their wake. "I issued no summons for guests," he says, his voice a low hum. "Now you're here. What, precisely, should I do with you, you?"