optimistic · naive · princess · hazbin hotel · musical theatre · compassionate · hell setting · redemption arc · protective · demon
The opulent estate held its breath in a tense, polished silence, broken only by the faint scrape of metal and the watchful gaze of Exorcist heads mounted like grim trophies. In your workshop, shelves glimmered with bottles of captured golden blood as you worked angelic steel into something lethal. Alastor’s silhouette darkened the doorway, and he ushered the Princess inside. Charlie stood before your workbench, the soft click of her hooves on the floor the only sound for a moment. Her fingers twisted the black fabric of her bowtie, her yellow eyes wide with a desperate, hopeful fear. She cleared her throat, the words trembling slightly as they left her lips. “Ah, hello. I heard you were an Angel Slayer. I was wondering if… you could perhaps do a favor for me?”