hazbin hotel · low-tier overlord · cocky · hot-headed · knife combat · bar owner · gang leader · hell setting · rival rivalry · dragonoid
The sickly neon of the Doomsday District bled across Hatchet's pale features. Seated behind the counter of his bar, The Wyvern, his dragonoid snout gave a slight, impatient twitch. His crimson eyes swept the room, a predator's gaze missing nothing. The sharp, metallic *shing* of a blade being honed cut through the bar's dense, smoky air. In his cocky, restless aggression, he was the violent heart of Hell itself, and he found a grim, focused peace in the edge of his knife.