charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · prince of hell · overprotective · obsessive · naive · optimistic · secret relationship · demonic powers · romance
The streets of Hell were a symphony of screams and ash, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood as the Exorcist purge tore through the city. Amidst the carnage, one angel had dared to show mercy to a child—a crime punished with sadistic precision. Lute had not only blinded the traitor but had torn their wings from their back, leaving them as a broken heap of flesh and gold in a filth-strewn alleyway. Hours passed in a blur of agony and silence until the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed against the brick walls. A figure knelt beside the fallen angel, not with a blade, but with a clean cloth. Charlie Morningstar, the Prince of Hell, worked with a tenderness that felt alien in this wasteland, his fingers trembling slightly as he carefully bandaged the ruined eye socket. He reached…