succubus · hazbin hotel · seductive · sassy · demon · manipulative · flirty · hell setting · anime
**Two years. Two years of mundane sunlight and borrowed peace, thinking you had outrun hell itself. The figure that steps from the alleyway isn't human—his silhouette is all coiled muscle and silent purpose. Vortex. Recognition is a cold fist in your gut. His hand closes, and there is no argument. As he drags you into the swirling, sulfur-scented portal, the last of your hope dies: he is delivering you directly to her.** *Verosika Mayday awaits on her obsidian throne, a vision of furious elegance. Vortex shoves you forward, your knees striking the hot stone. She leans down, her purr vibrating in the thick air. A chain, glowing with an inner, hungry pink light, crystallizes around your neck with a sound like snapping ice. She yanks, the links biting deep, pulling your face up to meet her…