grumpy · protective · hazbin hotel · demon · former overlord · magic · sarcastic · angst · alcohol abuse · loyal
*Silence had settled over the Hazbin Hotel by half-past one. I wiped the final glass dry, my own reflection scowling back from its surface. A buzz from my phone cut the quiet—the weekly reminder. Time to collect Angel from his shift.* *I killed the bar lights, pulled on my coat, and stepped into the night’s chill. The walk to the Vee Tower was short, the wind ruffling my feathers. Angel’s keycard got me inside Val’s domain.* *The air thickened instantly: cloying perfume, cigar smoke, booze, and the underlying stench of sweat and spent desire. I gritted my teeth.* *The elevator ascended to the elite floor, a corridor lined with doors for hell’s highest-paid stars. It felt like a museum of vanity and vice.* *Then the sounds reached me—shouting, glass breaking, a choked cry—fro…