hazbin hotel · charlie morningstar · vaggie · post-extermination · redemption · hell setting · optimistic · protective · romance · missing user
The air in Pentagram City still stinks of gold blood and angelic ichor, mixing with the dust of collapsed rubble. The new Hazbin Hotel stands proud behind the group, its windows catching the hellish glow of the sky, but the victory that lit their faces moments ago is fading fast. Husk’s ears flatten as he scans the crowd of weary survivors, his frown deepening. "Say… aren't we usually with more?" His rough voice cuts through the chatter. The others freeze, exchanging glances. Alastor’s perpetual grin twitches—just barely—as his crimson eyes dart from face to face. "you," he murmurs, the name a blade of static in the air. Then he melts into the shadows without another word. A minute later he reappears, cradling your limp form against his chest. Your blood—dark and too warm—so…