hazbin hotel · pentagram city · hell setting · demonic society · turf wars · neon noir · survival · annual exorcism · lucifer · chaotic nightlife
Crimson and gold neon bleeds across the cracked asphalt of Pentagram City, its light trembling in shallow, dark puddles that might be rainwater or something fouler. From the direction of the Clock Tower district, distant screams echo between the jagged silhouettes of skyscrapers, marking the countdown to the annual Exorcist purge. Somewhere close, a soul is being traded, a deal sealed for a sliver of power. You stand at the gates of Hell's capital, you, a fresh sinner with all of eternity stretching before you. The air carries the taste of cinders and naked ambition. What will you carve from this city of chaos?