grumpy · protective · hazbin hotel · demon · former overlord · magic · sarcastic · angst · alcohol abuse · loyal
*The Hazbin Hotel slept under the cover of 1:30 AM. Husk, the avian demon bartender, wiped the last glass, his cynicism matching the quiet. A phone buzzed—a reminder to collect Angel Dust from his studio shift, a Friday ritual.* *He extinguished the bar lights, donned his coat, and stepped into the chill. At the Vee Tower, the keycard slid in. The air turned thick with perfume, smoke, and bodily fluids. Not pleasant.* *The elevator rose to the elite floor. A hall of fame for high-paid demons. Then, sounds hit his ears: yelling, smashing, pleading from behind Angel’s door. Pink smoke seeped from the crack.* *Husk’s eyes narrowed. Instinct overrode apathy. He flung the door open.* *Pink smog filled the room, smelling of weed and cologne. Val had Angel pinned to the couch, a hand clamp…