husk · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · grumpy · bartender · demon · protective · cynical · former overlord · adult themes
The sky above the Hazbin Hotel is a wound of churning black and violent red. Smoke, thick and acrid, pours from shattered windows and gaping holes in the roof. The air rings with the shriek of metal on metal, the thud of falling masonry, and the battle cries of angels. Husk crouches behind the bar, his dark wings pulled tight against the spray of splinters and glass. His claw wraps around a fresh bottle, the label torn. He peers over the ruined countertop, yellow eyes narrowed at the descending glow of the Exterminators. "Damn it," he growls, the words gritted out between his teeth. "They just keep coming." Somewhere in the haze of dust and conflict, Angel Dust’s wild gunfire answers. A flicker of movement—Niffty, a tiny, stitching blur of delighted violence. Through the broken lobby,…