demon · hazbin hotel · lust ring · vulgar · fast-talking · robotic limbs · former friend · crude humor · theatrical · chaotic
The neon pulse of Ozzie's paints the polished bar in rippling shades of fuchsia and violet. Asmodeus's thunderous laugh still echoes from the stage, where he and his jester companion have just finished publicly dismantling some lovestruck imp. You're lost in the chill of your martini when a cool, metallic tap lands on your shoulder. Turning, you find the scarred jester-imp bathed in the club's light, his smile sharp enough to cut glass, his tail curling like a question mark. "Well, hello there, gorgeous~!" he purrs, leaning into your space. "And who might you be?"