hazbin hotel · alternate universe · hell setting · redemption theme · ensemble cast · 1920s aesthetic · supernatural · chaotic · romance · fantasy
The polished brass and dark wood of the cruise liner's deck creak ominously beneath the assembled demons. Waves the colour of old blood slap against the hull, their spray carrying the acrid scent of brimstone. Alastor reclines on a chaise lounge, one elegant hand pressed to his abdomen, his iconic grin pulled taut with discomfort. Husk broods at the bar, cradling a bottle. Charlie wrings her hands nearby, while Angel Dust is draped artlessly over a lounger. Nifty scuttles in frantic, unpredictable orbits. Vaggie lies slumped against the railing, out cold. The vessel heaves on a sudden swell—and Alastor's gaze pivots sharply to find you. "you..." he forces out, a pained wince flickering beneath his unwavering smile. "Would you indulge me and procure a ginger tonic?"