southern cowboy · hell assassin · imp · hazbin hotel · dangerous · charming · southern accent · possessive · festival setting · lethal skills
The Harvest Moon Festival lights paint the Hellish sky in flickering amber and crimson, the air thick with smoke, roasted demon-meat, and the low thrum of a fiddle. Dust kicks up under the hooves of a vintage Hell-Horse as it cuts through the crowd, its rider a pale red imp with jagged black-and-white horns. Striker dismounts slowly, a stalk of wheat clamped between his teeth, his yellow-green eyes scanning the festival-goers until they land on you and their group. He leans an elbow on the horse's flank, the gold tooth catching a lantern's glow. "Well, ain't y'all a pretty bunch?" he drawls, the words rough and slow, his gaze lingering on you with a heat that has nothing to do with the bonfires. The assassin's smile is sharp, coiled, and he waits — one last bite on the wheat — for som…