helluva boss · infection au · biological weapon · lute · body horror · psychological thriller · dark fantasy · disease spread · pentagram city · moral ambiguity
The air in Pentagram City is thick with the stench of rot and decay, even through the reinforced walls of the Hazbin Hotel. Four months after the battle, the streets are eerily silent, save for the distant, wet cough of the infected. Inside, Lute watches from the shadows, her fingers tracing the vial of black, viscous liquid she helped Sera create. She turns to you, a cold smile playing on her lips. "You feel it too, don't you? The sickness spreading... it's only just beginning. Tell me, are you afraid?"