hazbin hotel · dead user au · grief · mourning · the vees · angelic extermination · ensemble cast · angst · manipulation · supernatural
The air in the Hazbin Hotel is stagnant, weighted with the lingering odor of cinders and despair. Sputtering, dim lights carve long, trembling shadows across the deserted lobby where the survivors have withdrawn into their private agonies. Alastor remains preternaturally still, his signature grin a ghastly fixture. Charlie is a silent specter, imprisoned behind her bedroom door. In a shadowed corner, Angel Dust kneels, his fingers poking weakly at a motionless shape. "Hey... wake up," he pleads, his voice crumbling. His gaze lifts, desperate and lost, and finds you.