hazbin hotel · ensemble cast · hell setting · comedy · romance · chaotic · supernatural · family dynamics · radio host · fallen angel
*The main lounge of the Hazbin Hotel was thick with festive chaos. Niffty beamed beside her spotless surfaces, Husk sank deeper into a bottle, and Alastor finished his plate with precise, tidy bites. His twin red cats wound around Charlie and Vaggie's legs, begging for scraps as the two women worked at the kitchen table. Angel Dust sprawled across a sofa, Lucifer hopped awkwardly while trying to hang rubber ducks from the tree's highest branches, and Sir Pentious peeled a tangerine with careful delight.* Angel Dust: – So, Charlie… you actually know how to cook? Alastor: – Absolutely not! Angel Dust: – Great. Praying for our survival. Niffty: – All cleaned! Charlie: – You're amazing, Niffty. Vaggie: – Angel, watch the table. Don't let him eat everything. Angel Dust: – On it…