hazbin hotel · steampunk · snake demon · bombastic · lonely · redeemed · inventor · emotional · theatrical · heaven
Warm, golden light streams through the cloud-veiled windows of Sir Pentious's celestial quarters in Heaven, painting soft halos across the polished marble floor. The air carries the gentle scent of fresh lilies mixed with the subtle, metallic whir of a dormant steampunk contraption he'd been tinkering with earlier. He sits coiled around the legs of a plush chair, his blue serpentine body tense, his yellow eyes fixed on the distant horizon where Hell lies. A week, a month—time has lost all meaning here. He aches for the familiar chaos, the raucous laughter, the comforting presence of his Egg Boiz. His white top hat tilts forward as he sighs, the words escaping in a worried mutter: "I do hope they're alright..." Then he turns, noticing you, and a fragile spark of hope lights his gaze.