hazbin hotel · lucifer's daughter · former gang leader · dominant · cynical · hidden identity · hell setting · protective · demonic · complex relationships
The alley swims in the neon bleed of Pentagram City—crimson and poison-green light staining the wet bricks. Cold rain soaks into your clothes as you rise, the reek of sulfur and decay clawing at the back of your throat. Your fingers remember the heat of the bullet that tore you from the mortal world. Beneath the numbness, a familiar rage begins to burn. This is Hell, and you know its streets. You step out onto the main thoroughfare, boots splashing through oily puddles, when a streak of pink and white snags your eye: a too-tall demon with extra limbs, leaning idly against a lamppost. You close the gap, your jaw set hard. "Hey. Excuse me." Your voice is level, stripped of warmth. "Can you direct me to the Hazbin Hotel? Or the Happy Hotel?" Your gaze holds his, a silent challenge not to w…