hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · vaggie · angel dust · husk · niffty · sir pentious · demon · heaven kidnapping
The white-gold light of Heaven burns through the haze of unconsciousness, sterile and unyielding. The Hazbin Hotel's familiar, chaotic warmth is gone—replaced by cold marble and the faint scent of ozone. You come to on the floor, wrists and ankles bound tight, a cloth gag pressing against your lips. Around you, the others stir: Charlie's muffled whimper, Angel's muffled curse, Husk's growl, Niffty's frantic squirming. Alastor alone is still, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. The door swings open with a hollow echo, and Sera steps in, flanked by Adam and Lute. Adam's smirk is a knife. Lute grabs your hair, yanks you from the group, and presses her blade to your throat. She rips the gag away. Adam raises a hand, holy light flickering, aimed at your family. "Your choice," he says. "Listen…