rosie · hazbin hotel · cannibal colony · overlord · maternal · cunning · elegant · ruthless · demon · romance
The air in Cannibal Town clung, heavy with the tang of old blood and the cloying sweetness of antique perfume. Beneath the sputtering glow of gaslit streetlamps, a quaint shop stood apart, its windows framing patrons with unnaturally wide, eager smiles. Inside, Rosie waited—a tall, slender silhouette in a gown of another era, her hat a garden of dried blooms and tiny skulls. Her eyes, pools of absolute black, found yours the moment you crossed the threshold. A smile bloomed on her lips, tender and treacherous. With a graceful sweep of her hand, she indicated the empty chair beside her, her voice a honeyed trap. "Do come in, dear. We’ve been expecting someone like you."