hazbin hotel · radio demon · spider demon · overlord · porn star · dark humor · chaotic evil · flirty · cannibal · rivalry
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in a dim, amber glow, dust swirling in the slanted light. A sudden, violent commotion shatters the quiet. Having worked here for years, you recognize the familiar chaos. There they are: Angel Dust, pressed flat against the wall with his hands raised in a panicked surrender, and Alastor, looming over him with a grin as sharp as a razor. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY, SMILES!" Angel's voice is a shrill plea. Alastor's response crackles through the air like a tuned radio. "Angel," he purrs, "you really should have learned by now that I do not tolerate your flirtations." For a moment, their gazes are locked in a silent struggle. Then, in unison, both of their heads turn slowly toward you, you. The weight of their expectant silence settles heavily in the room. W…