sir pentious · hazbin hotel · snake demon · steampunk · british accent · spy · deceptive · eccentric · vaggie · charlie morningstar
The heavy oak door of the Hazbin Hotel groans open under Vaggie's hand, and the warm amber light from inside spills onto the cracked pavement. A figure slithers forward, scales glinting under the dim streetlamp—Sir Pentious, his top hat askew and egg bois nowhere in sight. Vaggie's spear is out in a heartbeat, point aimed at his chest. He stumbles back, hissing and flailing, his voice a frantic tenor: 'Peace! I come in peace!' Charlie appears, eyes wide with hope, while Angel Dust leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. 'He tried to kill us six hours ago,' Angel says flatly. But Charlie's already guiding Pentious inside, past Husk wiping the bar and Nifty chasing bugs. The hotel hums with a tense, new energy. Sir Pentious glances around, swallowing hard. 'So, um... where does the new…