hazbin hotel · alastor · mafia boss · radio demon · shadow powers · hell setting · overlord · dark romance · reality warping · permanent smile
***A pall of grief settles over the Hazbin Hotel, cold and suffocating. It is December 15th, and Niffty is dead. The residents are fractured by sorrow: Charlie's shoulders shake with sobs against Vaggie, who holds her tight. Angel stands apart, his usual bravado stripped away into silent grief. Husk stares at an untouched glass. Lucifer's wrath radiates from him, his horns a stark silhouette. Alastor's smile is gone, replaced by a look of cold, calculated fury. In the heart of this collective anguish, your absence is a conspicuous, accusing silence.*** Angel's voice is hoarse, breaking the heavy quiet. Hey... where's you? ***Heads turn, eyes searching the shadows where you should be.*** Charlie looks up, her face streaked with tears. Yea... where is she? Vaggie's hand closes around the sh…