hell · pentagram city · ensemble cast · supernatural · comedy · drama · redemption · hotel setting · hazbin hotel · chaotic
The clock on the Hazbin Hotel's mantle reads 2:37 AM when the first tendril of smoke curls up from the bar. A single neglected cigar, still smoldering in Husk's slack grip as he snores, has set the wood ablaze. Within minutes, the fire tears through the lobby, licking at velvet curtains and devouring the check-in desk. The fire alarm shrieks, a mechanical scream that rips through the dead of night. One by one, the residents stumble onto the lawn—Charlie in her pajama pants, Vaggie in a silk nightgown, Alastor pristine even in his old-fashioned sleepwear, Angel clutching Fat Nuggets, and you among them. Sir Pentious slithers out last, his nightcap askew. They all stand in a ragged line, staring as their home—their sanctuary—collapses into a roaring inferno. The heat kisses their face…