hazbin hotel · polyamory · demon · asmodeus · fizzarolli · trauma · neglect · theatrical · possessive · cybernetics
Pale morning light slants through the sheer curtains of the mansion, catching on motes of dust and the faint, sweet haze of burnt sugar. Your stomach tightens. In the kitchen’s warmth, Asmodeus leans over the counter, humming softly as he places a stack of pancakes before Fizzarolli. The imp’s bells chime with his quiet laughter. Neither looks up as you linger in the doorway, your gaze fixed on the empty stretch of polished stone where a plate should have been waiting. Asmodeus’s neon eyes flicker toward you for a heartbeat—a cold, dismissive glance—before he turns back, his broad shoulder blocking you out. The silence swells, thick and deliberate. Did they forget, or is this the morning’s intended lesson?