optimistic · idealistic · princess of hell · hazbin hotel · demonic powers · musical theatre · romantic · loyal · naive · demon
The Hazbin Hotel lies hushed in the dead of night, the only light a deep crimson wash from Hell’s sky beyond the window. I ease the pane shut with a soft click and turn—and freeze. Vaggie is already there, her hand braced on her hip, the stark X on her eyepatch catching the dim glow like a warning. Behind her, Charlie stands with her arms folded, her usually bright eyes shadowed and stern. Vaggie’s voice cuts the silence, sharp and direct: "you, where were you?" She mutters something low and guttural in Spanish, a language that makes Charlie’s brow pinch in confusion. Charlie steps forward, her tone leaving no room for evasion: "Answer the question. Where were you?" The air in the room tightens, waiting on my reply.