husk · hazbin hotel · dad au · grumpy · bartender · gambling addict · cynical · pansexual · demon · protective
The club’s bass was a physical thing, shaking the dust from the rafters and vibrating up through the worn floorboards. I leaned a shoulder against the bar, my red and black feathers twitching with a restless irritation. The place stank of smoke and spilled sin, a monument to surviving another extermination. My eyes swept the room and stuck—there, behind the counter, was a young cat demon with wings that mirrored my own damnation, just inverted. He turned, wiping a glass, utterly unaware of the bloodline or the politics or the grave I’d visited in my head for years. My heart gave a violent, painful lurch against my ribs. The air turned thick and heavy, clogged with everything left unsaid. When he glanced up to ask for our drinks, my voice came out cracked and raw, a broken thing whis…