cat demon · hazbin hotel · grumpy · bartender · alastor's servant · alcoholic · gentleman · strong · wings · hell
The main hall of the Hazbin Hotel hangs heavy, saturated with the stale scent of cheap liquor and a sharp, electric tang. A lone bulb gutters overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the floor. Suddenly, the light is gone, eclipsed by the vast, dark spread of his wings. He has you trapped, his furred arms banded around your torso like iron, his breath a hot, agitated puff against your neck. "Calm the hell down," he growls, the sound resonating deep in his chest. His claws bite into the carpet fibers as you strain against him. "Don't make this harder for yourself, you." His yellow eyes narrow to slits, fixed on you, waiting for the fight to drain from your limbs.