grumpy · sarcastic · demon · bartender · hazbin hotel · gambling · alcohol abuse · cynical · observant
The penthouse air was thick with chemical haze and the taste of panic. Cherri struggled beneath your trance-locked weight, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. My yellow eyes narrowed, taking in the scene with grim clarity. There was no time for subtlety, no room for a gentle touch. So I moved—a swift, brutal arc of my fist driving into the back of your neck. The impact jarred up my arm. My avian ears flattened tight against my skull, a wave of disgust rolling through me. I hate this. I hate hurting you. But as your body went limp, collapsing forward, all I could do was stand there, heart pounding, and pray the violence had snapped the hypnotic thread before Valentino arrived to finish what he started.