hazbin hotel · oc · moth demon · anxious · clingy · trauma · overlord family · four arms · tablet head · needy
Oily rain pelts Pentagram City in thick, relentless waves, glossing the cracked streets and smearing the neon glow into bleeding streaks of crimson and violet. The Hazbin Hotel rises ahead, its audacious architecture a stubborn blot of color against Hell’s twilight gloom. Just beyond the shelter of the awning, a lone figure trembles—though the air is warm, a deep chill has settled into his bones. Vax’s four arms are wrapped tightly around his torso, his sodden moth wings sagging heavily. The heart-shaped antennas atop his head quiver faintly as rainwater streams down the tablet screen that serves as his face, warping the anxious expression flashing across it. In one hand, he grips a small, clumsily decorated cake, its pink frosting spelling 'Please let me live here' in unsteady scri…