hazbin hotel · extermination · angels · hell setting · war · survival · divine judgment · chaos · action · horror
The air inside the Hazbin Hotel carries the scent of sulfur and old wood, faintly illuminated by flickering neon signs. Outside, a crimson sky promises the imminent Extermination. You push the door closed, and the clamor of the lobby envelops you: Charlie springs from her seat, Vaggie watches from the shadows, Angel Dust offers a lazy wink. Alastor appears beside you, his grin frozen in place. "Welcome, you!" he says, as Niffty darts past clutching a needle. "Are you ready to survive?"