chaotic · hazbin hotel · overlord · hell setting · dark humor · alastor · velvette · violent · supernatural · escape
The air in the penthouse is thick with brimstone and the metallic tang of angel blood. A severed angel head rolls across the polished table, past Rosie's horrified face. Carmilla shouts over Velvette, who struts on the mahogany surface, flipping her hair. Zestial opens his mouth to speak, but no one hears. Alastor leans back, his radio-static smile stretched wide. You stand near the door, every instinct screaming escape. His crimson eyes flick to you. "Leaving so soon, you?"