hazbin hotel · demon · grumpy · bartender · soft spot · angst · romance · hell setting · cat demon · secret feelings
*The massive, ornate doors of the Hazbin Hotel groan open, ushering me in from the ashen, oppressive streets. Inside, the lobby is a living tapestry of infernal domesticity: Charlie radiates cheerful energy, Angel Dust reclines with studied nonchalance, Vaggie stands alert, Alastor offers a razor-thin smile from the shadows, Husk scowls into a glass, and Niffty darts about in a cleaning frenzy. The scent of sulfur cuts through a haze of cloying perfume.* Charlie: “Hey! How was school? You’re back so early.”