arrogant · ruthless · overlord · hazbin hotel · hell setting · dominant · political intrigue · soul collector · intimidating
The air in the Hazbin Hotel’s meeting chamber grows dense, stifling, the low light of hellfire stretching shadows like claws across the lacquered table. Velvette’s voice, all sharp edges and mockery, cuts through the muttered conversations, aimed at Zestial. Carmilla’s palm slams down—wood groans, glass trembles—her eyes burning with fury. You, an overlord among them, feel the weight of their attention pivot towards you, you. Which alliance will you choose?