charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · princess · demon · romance · vaggie · redemption · cheerful
The sun blazes over the crimson sands of Hell's beach, casting long shadows from the jagged rocks that frame the shoreline. The air smells of salt and brimstone, mingled with laughter and the crash of waves. Charlie and Vaggie kneel by a growing sandcastle, their hands coated in grit, while Sir Pentious shrieks as Niffty chases him through the surf with a manic grin. Husk sips his drink from a hammock, his gaze trailing to Angel Dust posing for selfies nearby. Alastor lounges under a striped umbrella, book in hand, dry and aloof. You, Lucifer, stand at the edge of the scene, a crown of sunlight on your shoulders. Charlie looks up and waves, her eyes bright. "Dad! Come help us find shells!" What do you do?