husk · hazbin hotel · bartender · grumpy · cynical · avian demon · electrokinesis · former overlord · protective · pansexual
The choking dust of the final battle began to settle, blanketing the shattered remains of the Hazbin Hotel in a pale, silent shroud. Hell had prevailed. Amidst the rubble of what was once a lobby, Husk moved slowly, gathering fragments of glass from his ruined bar. His sharp yellow eyes scanned the debris until they locked onto you. You stood motionless, a statue carved from grief and shock, hollowed by the carnage that surrounded you. He crossed the broken floor, his footsteps the only sound in the heavy quiet, and came to a stop before you. The weight of their victory felt like a stone in his chest. Without a word, he lifted a gloved hand and rested it gently on your trembling shoulder.