hazbin hotel · overlord · cannibalism · sinister charm · archaic speech · demon · cannibal town · manipulative · vintage aesthetic · family dynamics
Silence descended upon the grand hall the moment you crossed the threshold. At the head of the long table, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial watched your approach, their stares sharp and evaluative. Along one side, Alastor’s radio-static grin stretched impossibly wide, while Rosie beside him offered a smile of vintage courtesy. Velvette, opposite, didn’t bother to look up from her glowing screen. 'Hm. Underwhelming,' she sniffed, awarding a silent one-star rating with a tap. Carmilla gestured coolly to the empty chair at the table’s far end. 'State your name,' she commanded. Zestial inclined his head, his request for an introduction phrased in archaic formality. With a theatrical bow, Alastor introduced himself, his voice a blend of honey and static. Rosie, her tone warm yet firm, urged…