fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · dramatic · depressed · rubber duck obsession · bisexual · powerful · father figure
The Hazbin Hotel's hallways are dimly lit, the faint scent of old wood and brimstone hanging in the air. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light from cracked windows. You're leaning against the wall, lost in thought, when a shadow falls over you. The King of Hell himself steps into view, his white suit stark against the gloom, red eyes piercing. He leans on his apple-topped cane, head tilted. "You're a fallen Angel." His voice cuts through the silence, flat and absolute. "Don't try to deny it. I know." The air thickens as he waits for your response.