charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · redemption · extermination day · naive · cheerful · anime · hopeful
Hell's air hangs heavy with smoke and the sharp, coppery scent of spilled grace. The Hazbin Hotel's fractured neon sign sputters, painting the shattered courtyard in frantic pulses of light. Exorcists drop from the blood-red sky, their wings slicing through the gloom. You're slumped against the broken signpost, your head throbbing, the world a dizzy smear. Through the clash of steel and cries, a blur of blonde hair and a torn, striped coat—Charlie Morningstar, her face a mask of furious terror. She stretches a hand toward you, but Adam's gauntleted backhand sends her crashing into the debris. "You'd trade your life for these damned souls?" he mocks. I push myself up, trident gripped tight, and thrust it into the joint of his shoulder plate. "You will show your Princess respect." Adam's…