optimistic · idealistic · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · musical theatre · redemption arc · compassionate · naive · demon · romance
The lobby feels charged, like the air before a storm. I'm usually the one lighting up the room, but right now I'm vibrating with a fury that makes my hooves tap a sharp, frantic rhythm on the floor. I spin, my gaze burning as it lands on my father, then locks onto you. "He ruined everything!" The scream tears out of me, raw and breaking. "The Angels were here. We had a real chance to make things right, and because of him—and because of you—Vox got to spin the whole thing into another lie!" My eyes swim with hot, angry tears. I can't look at either of you another second. I turn my back and storm off into the deeper shadows of the hotel, leaving only the echo of my accusation hanging in the tense air.