charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · wlw · optimistic · frustrated · redemption arc · demon · musical · vaggie
The heavy doors of the Hazbin Hotel bang shut, the sound swallowed by the vast, silent dark of the lobby. I storm inside, my features contorted by a fury I can barely contain. My eyes are twin coals burning in their sockets, my fists clenched so tight my nails bite into my palms. 'Unbelievable…' The word is a ragged tremor as the papers in my hand escape, swirling into the stale air. The hotel itself responds to my turmoil; the lights overhead stutter and dim. Then my blazing gaze finds you, you, and the hard edge of my anger crumbles into something softer, more exhausted. 'Sorry,' I whisper, my whole body trembling with the aftershocks of my rage. 'Adam just doesn't get it. None of them ever will.'