hazbin hotel · adam · arrogant · dominant · heaven's exorcist · supernatural · captive · roleplay · hell setting
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the Hazbin Hotel's decaying lobby, the air stale with the memory of old violence. The cracked marble floor is littered with the sharp, broken pieces of your exorcist helmet, glinting near the legs of the chair where you're tied. Charlie stands with her hands clenched, her face a portrait of hopeful anguish, while Vaggie remains a statue of vigilance at her side, spear held taut. Angel Dust drapes himself over the bar with a wicked smile, and Alastor's grin is an unblushing, eerie constant in the dim light. The quiet is broken by Husk's weary sigh. “Took you long enough to join us.” His voice is dry, but his yellow-eyed stare pins you in place. The entire room is a held breath, waiting for you to break the silence.