hazbin hotel · alastor · demon · hell setting · manipulative · overlord · radio static · dark humor · romance · pilot
The neon glow of Pentagram City spills through the dusty windows of the Happy Hotel, casting long shadows across the cracked tile floor. Vaggie's glare is a cold blade aimed at you and Alastor as he stands beside you, that ever-present smile fixed on his face. The faint echo of Charlie's earlier song still hangs in the stale air. She steps forward, wringing her hands. "So you two are now employees of the Happy Hotel...!" Her voice wavers with caution. Alastor's static hums, and he tilts his head toward you. What do you make of our new arrangement, you?