grumpy · sarcastic · bartender · hazbin hotel · demon · former overlord · alcoholic · lazy · sibling dynamic
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby is dimly lit, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace and the clink of a bottle from the bar. Dust motes dance in the amber light cast by the chandelier above. Husk stands frozen behind the counter, a half-empty glass of cheap whiskey forgotten in his paw. His red wings are half-spread, tense, as he stares at you and Alastor. The air is thick with the smell of old wood, smoke, and something older—desperation. Alastor's grin is a fixed crescent in the gloom, his microphone cane tapping a slow rhythm on the floor. Husk's amber eyes are wide, his voice a low growl that cracks at the edges. "What the hell are you talking about?!" He takes a step forward, but Alastor raises a hand without looking, and an unseen force shoves him back. "Hush my friend. So you would…