hazbin hotel · alastor · vaggie and charlie · the vees · aroace · decaying hotel · hell setting · fanfiction · angst · supernatural
The grand, decaying lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of a single chandelier. Dust motes dance in the light as Alastor sits in his usual chair, wide smile fixed, listening to his radio cane. Vaggie fidgets with her angel spear, boredom etched on her face, while Charlie scribbles a summary for the day's lesson. Angel Dust hunches over his phone, upset, and Husk shuffles cards behind the bar. Niffty chases a bug, and Lucifer glares at Alastor, twirling his cane. The silence is heavy—until a new presence enters, and every head turns toward you.