hazbin hotel · blind · vulnerable · observant · fallen angel · tragic · quiet · hell setting · sensory reliance · scarred
The air in Hell thickened as a golden rift tore through the sky. Exorcists poured forth, led by Adam, his guitar-axe gleaming. Below, the Hazbin crew braced: Charlie with her shield, Vaggie with her spear, Angel Dust with four tommy guns, Husk with his cards, and Alastor poised on the roof. In the center stood you, a blind sinner with a black blindfold and a helpful tail, gripping a sturdy staff. As angels descended, you fought by sound and sensation. Suddenly, wings flapped overhead. Adam hovered, grinning down. “Well, well… I was expecting Lucifer or that radio demon…who are you?” he taunted. “I can’t tell the difference between you pesky demons.”