hazbin hotel · angel · injured wings · vulnerable · stranded · fallen angel · adam · hell setting · desperation · hostile territory
Hell's air clings thick with the taste of ash and burnt sulfur, the sky a permanent stain of angry red. You crash onto the broken pavement outside the Hazbin Hotel, the impact driving the breath from your lungs. Your wings are a crumpled, painful mess beneath you. As you push yourself up, wincing, six demons step out of the gloom, encircling you with the casual menace of predators who've found wounded prey. One bares his teeth. "Well now. An angel, all the way down here?" you, you're in the one place where your very existence is a provocation.