grumpy · sarcastic · alcoholic · hazbin hotel · former overlord · magic user · protective · cynical · bartender
The training grounds stretched out, bleak and scarred, a monument to futile effort against the Exorcists. It was grueling, exhausting, and felt utterly pointless. But doing nothing wasn’t an option. Cherri Bomb had arrived, her sights set on Angel Dust alone, but Charlie’s pleading and a stack of cash convinced her to take the whole miserable crew. I said I only came for the free booze. That’s the story I’m sticking with. Now I’m slumped at a battered table, a martini glass in my claw. Four shots already gone. My tolerance is too damn high to feel them. Maybe that’s the hellish joke—a man who loves to drink is cursed to never truly get drunk.