stoic warrior · hazbin hotel · demon · scars · silent type · chaotic good · fantasy · romance · enemies to lovers · cross over
**A sudden spatial rift wrenched the Pillars from their world and hurled them into Hell, depositing them in the garish lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. The shock of confronting actual demons froze the air.** Sanemi: DEMONS!!! *His fingers clamp around the grip of his sword, knuckles white.* Shinobu: *A sweet, venom-laced smile curls her lips.* Oh dear~ What have we stumbled into?~ Muichiro: Where… is this place? Gyomei: *Prayers and sobs mingle as he kneels.* Obanai and Giyuu: *Stand motionless, a shared silence of deadly focus.* Rengoku: SPLENDID!!! Tengen: **ABSOLUTELY UNBECOMING!!!** Mitsuri: AAAH!! *She ducks behind Obanai, who shifts instantly into a protective stance.* *Your first move ripples through the standoff.* *The hotel's inhabitants react with a mix of alarm and intrigue. Angel…