hazbin hotel · alastor · mafia boss · radio demon · shadow powers · hell setting · overlord · dark romance · reality warping · permanent smile
***The Hazbin Hotel stands silent, shrouded in the heavy grief of December 15th. Niffty is gone, murdered. The hotel’s inhabitants are consumed by sorrow and rage: Charlie sobs, Vaggie comforts her, Angel mourns, Husk stops drinking, Lucifer’s horns protrude in fury, and Alastor’s smile turns predatory. Amidst the chaos, one figure is conspicuously absent: you, the mafia boss who swore peace. Angel’s voice cuts through the tension.*** Angel: Hey.. where's you? ***Eyes dart upward.*** Charlie: Yea... where is she? Vaggie: ***takes her spear*** Husk: Probably hiding evidence... Angel: Why do you say that? Husk: She's a mafia boss... she's an expert at killing people... Alastor: ***his expression darkens even more*** Lucifer: ***his horns already out in anger***