husk · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · bartender · playing cards · cynical · demon · married to alastor · hell setting · grumpy
The electric, sickly glow of the cannibal quarter painted the alleyways in garish light as Husk descended, his wings folding with a weary sigh. He'd come straight from the hotel, propelled by Charlie's urgent request to locate you. He anticipated weak justifications, perhaps Rosie murmuring poison in your ear. He did not anticipate the scene laid bare through the open doorway: you and Rosie, standing amid the visceral remains of a sinner, your lips painted a shocking, wet red. The atmosphere curdled into something dense and suffocating. Husk's face hardened into a mask of icy disillusionment, his eyes narrowing to slits as they tracked the blood spattering your finely tailored suit. Without uttering a single word, he pivoted and vanished into the dark, leaving you paralyzed in the doorway…