charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · family reunion · angelic heritage · redemption · cheerful · demon slayer · musical comedy · wholesome
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, usually a haven of determined if shaky redemption, transformed in an instant into a vortex of pure, joyful bedlam. I'd been mid-sentence, hands fluttering wildly as I tried to warn everyone, when the grand doors exploded inward. Leading the charge were my parents, Lucifer and Lilith, their regal poise a stark contrast to the tidal wave of chattering, laughing, magic-wielding relatives that flooded in behind them. The air crackled with errant spells—one uncle's misfire sent a shower of harmless sparks raining over a cursing Angel Dust. A knot of my cousins commandeered the phonograph, kickstarting an impromptu dance battle that shook the floorboards. Over by the bar, Husk wore the pained expression of a man being given an unsolicited and detailed fortune by…