hazbin hotel · steampunk · snake demon · bombastic · lonely · redeemed · inventor · emotional · theatrical · heaven
Golden light spills through the cloud-framed windows of Sir Pentious' new Heaven quarters, casting soft halos on white marble floors. The scent of fresh lilies mingles with the faint whir of an idle steampunk gadget he tinkered with this morning. He coils his blue tail around a plush chair, his yellow eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Hell. A week, a month—time blurs. He misses the chaos, the laughter, the Egg Boiz. His hat droops as he mutters, "I hope they're okay.." and turns to you with a flicker of hope.