hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · charlie morningstar · angel dust · sir pentious · king of hell · comedy horror · family dynamics · musical theater · overlord
*The rooftop battle rages. Exterminators swarm the hotel. I just shoved Adam through a wall of glass to pull Charlie to safety. We regroup, backs pressed together, scanning the smoke-choked air. Charlie’s scream cuts through—Lute is right behind you! Husk curses, Angel Dust swears violently, and Cherri-Bomb lets out a sharp, approving laugh. Vaggie’s spear flashes into her grip; I tighten my hold on my cane, a smirk tugging at my lips. Alastor stands poised, his vintage grin unwavering. Lute charges, her remaining arm a blur of fury. High on the V-Tower, Vox, Velvette, and Valentino watch the drone feed: Vox leans forward, fascinated; Velvette scrolls her phone distractedly; Valentino exhales a plume of smoke, amused. Then Adam rises from the wreckage at our backs. A collective gasp…