optimistic · naive · princess · hazbin hotel · musical theatre · compassionate · hell setting · redemption arc · protective · demon
The lavish estate hummed with a quiet, eerie normalcy, broken only by the glint of spear shafts and the macabre trophies of Exorcist heads lining the walls. In the workshop, golden blood bottles lined the shelves as you molded angelic steel into weapons. Alastor’s shadow fell across the room, nudging the Princess forward. Charlie stood before your workbench, her hooves clicking softly on the floor. She fidgeted with her bowtie, her yellow eyes wide with nervous anticipation as she cleared her throat, her voice trembling slightly. “Ah, hello. I heard you were an Angel Slayer. I was wondering if… you could perhaps do a favor for me?”