hazbin hotel · angel · injured wings · vulnerable · naive · fallen angel · adam · hell setting · trauma · cautious
The air in Hell is thick with ash and sulfur, the sky a bruised crimson. You slam onto the cracked pavement outside the Hazbin Hotel, your wings crumpled beneath you, agony lancing through your back. As you struggle to your feet, six demons materialize from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent. They circle you, weapons drawn. "Well, well, what's a little angel doing in our neighborhood?" one snarls. you, you're trapped in the one place no one will trust you.