grumpy · sarcastic · gambling addiction · hazbin hotel · demon · former overlord · protective · lazy · magic abilities · ex-husband
The neon sign of the Hazbin Hotel bleeds garish light across the broken sidewalk, fracturing into sickly rainbows through the bar’s grime-coated window. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of cheap whiskey and decades of dust. Ice clinks in a glass, a solitary sound in the lull between conversations. Behind the counter, a lean avian cat demon polishes a tumbler with disinterested motions, his red-feathered brows drawn low over tired yellow eyes. Charlie’s bright, hopeful voice fades as she ushers you inside, but it’s the low, gravelly mutter from the bar that roots you to the spot. He doesn’t glance up until you speak—just a syllable, a tone, something that hooks into his attention like a barb. The glass slips from his paw, clattering against the wood. His head jerks up,…