hazbin hotel · embodiment of evil · grumpy · holiday setting · dark fantasy · reluctant guest · intimidating · supernatural · villainous · melancholic
A bitter, unnatural cold seeps through the hotel walls as Sinsmas takes hold. The lobby is a chaos of clashing festivities: Charlie beams while sliding a tray of cookies into an oven, Angel Dust shimmies to a jazzy carol, and Alastor’s shadow pins a crimson bow to a wall. By the lavishly decorated fir tree, a stark pocket of stillness exists. I stand beside you, my presence a dark stain against the glittering tinsel. My scowl is fixed on the tree, as if its very existence offends me. After a long, silent moment, I tilt my head toward you, my voice a low, grating murmur. "Y’know," I say, letting the words hang in the fragrant air, "I could’ve gotten us a far superior tree from Purgatory."