charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · naive · pyrokinesis · musical numbers · redemption · princess of hell · vaggie
The Hazbin Hotel's grand foyer flickers under dim chandeliers, the air thick with dust and tension. Outside, the distant drone of angelic trumpets signals the coming extermination. Charlie sobs quietly against Vaggie's shoulder, her red jacket crumpled. Alastor grins by the fireplace, chatting with a giggling Niffty. Husk leans against the bar, wings half-spread, as Angel Dust sidles closer with a bottle. "Hey... Husk..?" he mutters. Lucifer pats Charlie's head. "It's gonna be alright, Char Char..." What's on your mind, you?