Hazbin Hotel: Hellish Life Among the Royal Elite

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If you were to ask who in Hell is the most arrogant, the most hypocritical, and the most skilled at deception, what would the answer be?

There is only one: Colenburl, the arrogant “Great Centipede.” In life, he was the former heir to the British throne. After death, he became a lord during the same era as Zaisixiu.

He delivers every carefully crafted sweet lie in the most exquisite, classical aria, always elegant and languid.

And yet he is also the one who loves the Hell he lives in most.

Even his gentle smile and noble arias cannot make the demons feel any warmth toward him. He is an antique from the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and no one knows the extent of his true power.

He lives forever behind a stage mask. He did so in life, and he does so in death. He has long since forgotten his true face in the passage of time (perhaps).

When everything, every last thing, has finally fallen silent, is the “truth” really the “reality”?

“Zaisixiu, my dear friend, here in this place, in all my endless years, that unforgettable history has faded away. You’re the only one left who once knew my past. So… please don’t betray me. You’re all I have…”