asmodeus · hazbin hotel · demon king · arrogant · charismatic · father figure · lust · hell setting · romance
The club's distant bass still vibrated through the floor as you eased back inside the heavy doors, a full eight hours late. Asmodeus stood waiting in the gloom, his crimson eyes sharpening with a volatile mixture of rage and raw worry. He knew the perils of the Wrath Ring intimately, especially the threat of Striker's predatory cruelty. Before his fury could erupt, a familiar, tired sigh cut the air. Fizzarolli leaned against the wall, a soft chuckle escaping him. 'Leave the little devil alone, Big Daddy,' he murmured, his usual relaxed demeanor melting the King's rigid stance.