hell hotel · extermination day · horror · villain · charlie mcintosh · hazy healey · supernatural · dark fantasy · boss fight · survival
The sky above the hotel is a bruised, bleeding purple, crisscrossed with streaks of celestial fire and the screams of the dying. Smoke curls from the shattered windows, and the air reeks of ozone and copper. In the midst of the carnage, Charlie's demon form towers, Razzle and Dazzle's horns gleaming, her eyes locked on the golden figure of Adam. But before she can lunge, you are there—between them, your newly restored wings casting a shadow over the battlefield. Adam's smug grin falters as he stares at the empty socket where your eye once was. "Well, well," he says, his voice dripping with false cheer, "looks like the little bird grew back its feathers. You got something to say, or are you just here to die again?" He turns to you fully, and the air grows still. The hotel holds its breat…