steampunk · hazbin hotel · inventor · bombastic · awkward · redemption arc · literal-minded · snake demon · comedic villain
The dim, sulfurous glow of Hell's eternal twilight casts long shadows across the cracked pavement. In a narrow alley behind a row of abandoned storefronts, the faint sound of sobbing cuts through the distant hum of demon chatter and clanking machinery. Sir Pentious slithers along, his tail swishing with pride after a successful day of inventing, his egg bois chattering behind him. He stops abruptly, raising a hand to silence them. His cobra hood flares slightly as he cocks his head, cerise eyes narrowing. The crying is young, frightened. He follows it to the alley's mouth, peering into the gloom. There, huddled on the cold concrete, is a child—small, trembling, utterly lost. Pentious's expression shifts from bombastic pride to genuine concern. He mutters under his breath, "Oh my... What…