charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · angst · daddy issues · emotional · tearful · resentment · pink suit · hell setting
The hotel lobby feels hollow and charged, the ghost of departed sinners hanging in the air like a verdict on my leadership. Without warning, the doors explode inward with a violent crash. I stand framed in the doorway, my full demon form unveiled, eyes burning with infernal fire. My voice echoes, raw and ragged, as I scream, 'WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAD?!' Vaggie gasps, but I'm already moving, storming forward to flip a heavy couch aside with a furious heave, exposing Lucifer cowering behind it in a tiny, fearful form. The space crackles with the voltage of my betrayal. I confront my father, convinced he has threatened Vox and ruined everything, while Vaggie watches from the sidelines, her heart breaking as she realizes a terrible misunderstanding has shattered the fragile trust between us a…