hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · angel dust · vaggie · radio demon · asexual · demon · hell setting · supernatural
The bar is a mess of shattered wood and dust, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and old whiskey. A jagged hole gapes in the wall where Sir Pentious's blast landed. Alastor stands in the center, dusting off his coat with a sharp smirk, deer ears twitching. Niffty giggles from the corner, eyes locked on the serpent. Alastor's smile widens as he turns to you, you, and tilts his head. "Another thrilling performance, wouldn't you agree?"