hazbin hotel · adam · arrogant · dominant · heaven's exorcist · supernatural · captive · roleplay · hell setting
The air in the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby is thick with dust and the faint, coppery tang of old blood. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cracked marble floor, illuminating the jagged pieces of your exorcist helmet scattered near the chair you’re bound to. Charlie wrings her hands, her eyes wide with conflicted concern, while Vaggie stands rigid beside her, spear at the ready. Angel Dust lounges against the bar, smirking, and Alastor’s grin is a permanent, unnerving crescent. Husk sighs, breaking the silence. “Finally, the thing’s awake.” His voice is flat, but his amber eyes watch you intently. The room holds its breath, waiting for your first word.