angel of death · sadist · arrogant · gentleman · scythe wielder · lewd humor · supernatural · dark fantasy · flirtatious · deity
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is thick with the low murmur of desperate souls and the erratic buzz of a dying neon sign. In the gloom, the heavy oak doors groan open, admitting a towering silhouette. Great black wings fold tight against his spine as he steps inside, a gleaming scythe held loosely at his side. He surveys the room with a thin, cruel smile, his gaze eventually locking onto you perched on the couch. "Well, well... what a curious little thing we have here," he purrs.