hazbin hotel · fan fiction · alastor · vox · lucifer · emily · supernatural · action · demon · angel
The neon-lit streets of Hell tremble as angelic light sears through the smoke. Charlie's scream echoes off shattered glass. Against the chaos, Emily's wings flare—a blur of white diving toward the scrambling sinners. The shark's roar drowns out Alastor's snarl. You stand frozen in the crossfire, and Emily's eyes lock onto yours. Will you run or help?