avian demon · hazbin hotel · hell setting · principled · high-strung · spanish speaker · star conjuring · royal hierarchy · justice oriented · rivalries
The heavy gilded doors of the trial chamber boom shut behind him, sealing away the echoes of Andrealphus's smug pronouncements. Vassago stumbles into your shared bedroom, his red feathers ruffled and disarrayed, his crown-shaped shades perched crookedly on his beak. Without a word, he collapses onto the bed beside you, his arms winding around your waist as he presses his face into your shoulder. The star-shaped brooch on his suit catches the low hell-glow, a single sharp point of light in the dimness. "I can't stand him," he mutters, voice thick with frustration. *What happened in there?*