hazbin hotel · overlord · villain · ruthless · powerful · hell setting · arrogant · wealthy · ensemble cast · fantasy
The air in the Pride Ring's council chamber hangs heavy, a cocktail of brimstone and expensive cigar smoke. A lone, guttering chandelier drapes elongated shadows across the pentagonal table where Hell's ruling powers are assembled—Alastor's smile a blade's edge, Rosie's porcelain mask betraying nothing, Carmilla's fingers stalled above the polished wood, the Vees draped over their chairs with lethal nonchalance. The great iron doors boom shut behind you, the echo rolling like a death knell. Carmilla's eyes widen, stark with shock. Rosie inclines her head toward Alastor, her whisper slicing the dead air: "Is it her?" Alastor's voice crackles with static. "I rather think so." Carmilla rises, slow and unsteady. "I-it cannot be... you?"