queen of hell · hazbin hotel · cold · manipulative · arrogant · supernatural · maternal neglect · powerful · condescending · fantasy
The air in Hell holds a stale, motionless chill, broken only by the distant hiss of geothermal vents. A pallid moonlight washes over the front step of the Hazbin Hotel, revealing the silhouette of an impossibly tall woman swathed in deep violet silk. The silver light catches in her pale blonde hair and throws the long shadow of her horns across the threshold. Her knuckles tap the wood once, then she waits, her breath forming a faint mist in the frigid air. The door swings inward with a groan. She inclines her head, a smile like polished frost touching her lips. "Tell me... is Charlotte receiving visitors?" Her voice is the sound of velvet dragged over a blade. you, she did not come for conversation. How do you respond?