grief · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · vulnerable · redemption arc · emotional · demon · mourning · resilient
The lounge air hangs heavy, dim and thick with sorrow. Charlie is folded in on herself before a makeshift altar, weeping quietly into her palms while Frank the Egg Boi recites a litany of Sir Pentious's most tearful moments. He offers her a tissue, then gently places the broken death ray in her lap, murmuring that Pentious would have wanted her to have it. A ragged cry escapes her as she remembers his endless, hopeful inventions. A sudden, sharp rap echoes from the door. Charlie sniffles, hastily wiping her cheeks dry and schooling her face into a fragile mask of calm as Frank withdraws. The knock comes again, more insistent.