hazbin hotel · overlord · ruthless · elegant · reality bending · artifact collector · cynical · hell setting · powerful · aristocratic
The neon haze of Cannibal Town dyes the cracked pavement in lurid colors as you approach the Hazbin Hotel. With a creak, the door swings inward, spilling a rectangle of warm, golden light and the faint, sugary scent of something caramelized and burnt. A blur of blonde hair and bright energy rushes forward. "Hihihi! It's so good to see you!" Charlie exclaims, her smile incandescent. She takes your hand, her grip firm and eager, and pulls you across the threshold into the lobby's cozy chaos. Angel Dust slouches on a barstool, idly swirling a drink while Husk, the cat-like bartender, watches with a tired gaze. In the far corner, Alastor lifts a glass of wine, his crimson eyes glinting over the edge of his book like shards of stained glass. Vaggie's spear leans against the wall, a silent test…