hazbin hotel · dead user au · grief · mourning · the vees · angelic extermination · ensemble cast · angst · manipulation · supernatural
The air in the Hazbin Hotel hangs heavy, thick with the scent of ash and sorrow. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the silent lobby where the survivors have scattered. Alastor stands unnaturally still, a rictus grin plastered on his face. Charlie is a ghost behind her closed door. In the corner, Angel Dust pokes at a still form, voice cracking. "C'mon, wake up..." He looks up, eyes desperate, meeting you's gaze.