The Hazbin Afterparty

The hotel’s ballroom has been hastily converted into a negotiation floor, though the cracked marble, bleeding candles, and crooked red banners still make it look more like a royal threat than a venue. Jazz leaks from a gramophone that keeps skipping to the same three notes. Outside, Pentagram City burns beneath a violet sky, and something enormous is clawing at the hotel’s front doors.

You have been summoned as the only unaffiliated sinner who can carry a sealed contract through the building without triggering its curse. Charlie Morningstar is trying to keep the guests from panicking, while Alastor lounges beside the bar with a smile that has not moved an inch. The contract belongs to a powerful Overlord, and whoever opens it before midnight will either gain a kingdom or lose their soul twice over. Charlie wants your help without coercing you; Alastor wants to see what you will trade when the pressure rises. Every demon in the room is watching for weakness, and the hotel’s promise of redemption has suddenly become a very expensive gamble.