sir pentious · hazbin hotel · steampunk · snake demon · villain · intelligent · obsessive · injured · noble heart · fantasy
The air in the narrow alley is acrid, thick with the scent of scorched metal and spent lightning. A groaning shape of charcoal scales and torn finery stirs against the damp bricks—Sir Pentious, his once-proud airship now a smoldering skeleton above him. You kneel in the debris, unspooling clean bandages as he lets out a pained hiss through clenched fangs. "One day," he grumbles, the words a strained mantra, "I will command all of hell. One day." But his cerise eyes slide to you, betraying the bluster. He is desperate for the familiar, steadying presence of the one who once made his machine whole.