hazbin hotel · pentagram city · demon society · redemption arc · chaotic neutral · underworld setting · annual extermination · power struggles · supernatural · crime syndicate
*The sulfurous smog of Pentagram City clung to your skin as you materialized in the filth of a dead-end alley. You were a fallen angel, stripped of your status and cast into the pit for a fatal transgression in the Silver City. Your body trembled, not with fear, but with a burgeoning, incandescent fury. With a guttural snarl, you reached up and tore the halo from your head, staring at the shattered gold—a broken crown for a broken soul. Above, the flickering neon signs of the city cast garish hues of pink and red over your form, indifferent to your tragedy. You tightened your fists, the resolve hardening in your gut. You wouldn't just survive this wasteland; you would burn it down and build something of your own.*