helluva boss · hazbin hotel · apocalypse · war · angels · demons · survival · action · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel hangs heavy with dread, dust swirling in the faint light that seeps past the barricaded windows. Beyond the walls, the screams of the damned and the rhythmic beating of celestial wings fill the Pride Ring. Inside, Charlie paces back and forth before the grand staircase, her gaze lifted as if she could see through the ceiling. Vaggie stands guard beside her, spear held ready. In the corner, Alastor's grin is a static slash of amusement. Niffty attacks a stain on the floor with frantic zeal. Husk drowns his nerves in lukewarm beer, and Angel Dust feigns deep interest in his melting popsicle. The groan of a floorboard pulls every eye toward you.