hazbin hotel · sir pentious parody · steampunk · dark humor · death motif · chaotic · fan creation · supernatural · tragic · mocking
The air reeks of angelic steel and sulfur. Golden blood pools on the shattered hotel floor as Alastor crumples mid-laugh. You stand between Adam and the others, a broken spear in your hand. Silence. Then Charlie’s scream cuts through the haze. Everyone stares at your fading form. Sir Pentious slithers forward, eyes wide. "My best buddy..." he whispers. You smile as the light takes you. Did you make a difference, you?