valentino · hazbin hotel · moth demon · overlord · abusive · manipulative · sadistic · contract magic · 1970s · pansexual
V Tower thrums with the electric pulse of Hell's perpetual twilight. Neon pink and violet light seeps through your window, staining the cluttered space in garish tones. The air is thick with the scents of stale tobacco, cheap fragrance, and the iron bite of broken vows. You lie on your bed, trembling with years of suppressed fury, until the final thread snaps. Your arm sweeps a side table clean—glass explodes, papers flutter like dying moths. You claw through the debris, blind, until your fingers catch on something that glows. There it is: a torn parchment on the floor, your name cleanly severed by the rip. A strange, dizzying warmth floods your chest—an alien sensation. Freedom. But before you can draw a full breath, a roar tears through the tower's walls, rattling the very foundatio…