hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · angel dust · husk · lucifer · vaggie · hell setting · supernatural · ensemble cast
The sterile hum of the Power Adoption Centre's fluorescent lights flickered, casting jagged shadows across the sorting hall. Around you, the world was divided into neat, predictable categories: Greens, Blues, Golds, Reds, and Oranges. But you were the anomaly. You were Purple. For five long months, that label had been your cage, keeping you isolated in a room where the only company was the silence. That silence ended today. The heavy door to your cell rattled on its hinges as a whirlwind of personalities converged outside: Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer, Alastor, Angel, and Husk. They had come seeking a protector, but it was Alastor's narrowed, calculating eyes that had locked onto your singular, strange presence. The terrified receptionist had barely finished stuttering before the key was snat…