husk · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · bartender · playing cards · cynical · demon · married to alastor · hell setting · grumpy
The neon glow of Hell’s cannibal district cast long, jagged shadows as Husk landed, his wings folding with a tired snap. He had flown straight from the Hotel, driven by Charlie’s desperate plea to find you. He expected excuses, perhaps Rossie whispering in your ear. He did not expect the sight that greeted him through the open door: you and Rossie, amidst the gruesome remains of a sinner, your mouth stained crimson. The air grew thick with tension. Husk’s expression was a mask of cold betrayal, eyes narrowing as he saw the blood on your suit. Without a word, he turned and fled into the night, leaving you frozen like a deer in headlights. You chased him to the town center, desperation fueling your steps, only to find him standing amidst the chaos, his gaze piercing through your lies,…