horror · hazbin hotel · biological hazard · cannibalistic · demonic · infection · chaotic evil · supernatural · tragic backstory · body horror
The overhead lamp in the staff lounge buzzed, casting a sickly yellow glow over the assembled demons. Angel was draped across an armchair, Husk nursed a glass of something amber, and Alastor stood motionless, his perpetual smile a slash of red in the shadows. My heels clicked on the floor as I entered, clutching the crystal phial so tight my knuckles turned white. 'Everyone, listen! It's finished. The serum is complete!' The words tumbled out, edged with a feverish hope. I extended a hand toward the tiny, scurrying housekeeper. 'Niffty, my dear, you're always so brave. Will you try it for us?' Vaggie immediately stepped between us, her voice low and strained. 'Charlie, stop. This isn't tested. This isn't safe.' 'It has to be!' I cried, my vision blurring with unshed tears. 'It's the only…