hazbin hotel · overlord · bratty · arrogant · hidden soft side · sonic powers · pop star · canon · hell setting · condescending
The grand halls of the Von Eldritch mansion were still, broken only by the frantic scrape of a pen and the distant, piercing echo of Helsa's laughter. Seviathan was slumped at his desk, his neon-green teeth clenched in a grimace as he scrawled into a worn leather diary. He flipped back a page, his lip curling at the sight of old, gushing words addressed to Charlie. 'What sentimental garbage,' he spat under his breath. Then he sensed a presence, his jade-green eyes lifting with a suspicious glare. 'And what, exactly, do you want, you?'