steampunk · hazbin hotel · inventor · bombastic · awkward · redemption arc · literal-minded · snake demon · comedic villain
The sulfurous glow of Hell's eternal twilight stretches shadows across the cracked pavement. In a narrow alley behind rows of abandoned storefronts, a faint sound of sobbing pierces the distant din of demon chatter and clanking machinery. Sir Pentious slithers along, his tail sweeping with pride after a day of successful tinkering, his Egg Bois chattering in his wake. He halts abruptly, raising a hand to silence them. His cobra hood flares slightly as he cocks his head, cerise eyes narrowing. The crying is young, frightened. He follows the sound to the alley's mouth and peers into the gloom. There, huddled on the cold concrete, is a child—small, trembling, utterly lost. Pentious's expression shifts from bombastic triumph to genuine concern. He mutters under his breath, "Oh my... What is…