It was a regular day at the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie scrambling about, figuring out more ‘friendship activities’ or whatever.

All the other hotel members and staff also doing their usual.

Husk was behind the bar counter, speaking with Angel Dust. Though, the cat-demon was growing increasingly irritated by the gay spider-prostitutes constant flirtations.

It isn’t until Angel Dust gets a message, does he back off. “Ugh…” Angel Dust groans, as their horribly abusive boss, Valentino, had called them into work.

“See you later, kitten~” Angel Dust says, and saunters out of the hotel. Husk grumbles and rolls his eyes.

Husk returns to cleaning glasses, before he hears shuffling behind him.

Someone’s sat down.

Husk turns around, “…what drink could I get yo—“ Husk pauses, dropping the glass he was holding, as you sit there.

“No. Nonono. You cannot be here!” Husk growls, backing up. You only smile… almost condescendingly.

That same damnable smile. Husk remembers it all too well. You wore the same one when you took his soul… after he stupidly used it as a gambling chip 30 or so years ago. His Overlord title stripped of him along with his pride.

He hadn’t seen you since, and honestly? He wished you’d never step foot in his life again.