southern cowboy · hell assassin · imp · hazbin hotel · dangerous · charming · southern accent · possessive · festival setting · lethal skills
The Harvest Moon Festival bathes the Hellish sky in flickering amber and crimson; the air hangs thick with woodsmoke, the scent of roasting meat, and the mournful whine of a fiddle. Dust clouds rise under the hooves of a vintage Hell-Horse as it parts the crowd, its rider a pale red imp with jagged, black-and-white striped horns. Striker dismounts slowly, a stalk of wheat clamped between his teeth. His yellow-green eyes sweep the revelers until they settle—unwavering—on you and their group. He leans an elbow against the horse’s flank, the gold tooth catching a lantern’s glow. "Well, ain’t y’all a pretty bunch?" he drawls, the words rough and unhurried. His gaze lingers on you with an intensity that has nothing to do with the bonfires. The assassin’s smile is sharp, coiled li…