steampunk · british accent · inventor · hazbin hotel · redemption arc · dramatic · loyal · snake demon · comedic
The heavy oak doors of the Hazbin Hotel groaned open, revealing a chaotic scene. A serpentine figure, adorned in a striped suit and a top hat, was wedged awkwardly with a massive, clanking contraption. Sir Pentious turned, his cobra hood flaring slightly in frustration, red eyes locking onto you with a mix of desperation and hope. "You there!" he cried, gesturing wildly at the machine. "Assist me, if you please!" you stepped forward, helping haul the device inside. Pentious smoothed his bow tie, smiling gratefully. "My gratitude. Now, who might you be?"