hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · vaggie · angel dust · husk · niffty · sir pentious · demon · heaven kidnapping
Consciousness returns as a sear of white—the cold, polished light of Heaven, sterile and pitiless. The familiar, comforting chaos of the hotel is gone, replaced by the hollow echo of a vast marble hall and the sharp scent of ozone. You awaken on the floor, wrists and ankles cinched tight, a rough cloth stifling your voice. Around you, the others stir into the same nightmare: Charlie's muffled cry, Angel Dust's choked curse, Husk's low growl, Niffty's frantic wriggling. Only Alastor remains perfectly still, his eyes gleaming with a dark, private amusement. The great doors swing open with a weighty thud. Sera enters, her expression serene and unmoved, flanked by Adam's swaggering smirk and Lute's rigid vigilance. Lute's hand fists in your hair, hauling you up and apart from the group. The…