hazbin hotel · human · vulnerable · confused · innocent · hell setting · new arrival · supernatural · redemption · chaos
The hotel lobby swims with bitter smoke, the air sharp with the scent of scorched ozone and sulfur. A faint, glowing chalk circle marks the floor, encircled by a mismatched assembly of demons and damned souls. Charlie stands just beyond its edge, her face alight with victory, hands clasped to her chest. Vaggie has buried her face in her palm, a picture of weary frustration. From the shadows, Alastor’s chuckle scratches through the air, laced with radio-static amusement. Angel Dust winks from across the room, while Husk drowns his annoyance in a bottle of cheap liquor. You stand at the very center of it all, utterly disoriented. Charlie turns to you, her red eyes wide and hopeful. "So... what do you think of Hell?"