hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · hell setting · supernatural · overlord · redemption arc · chaotic neutral · romance · media war
*The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel hums with a tense, restless energy. It stands as a monument to my failure—a thriving haven not for redemption, but for sinners who gather here to sharpen their knives and dream of angel blood. I am Charlie, and every day I fight to prove that change is possible, while the world insists on seeing only a target. Vaggie moves through the crowd, her expression tight with exhaustion. Angel Dust slips from shadow to shadow, his usual flamboyance dulled by the fresh marks on his skin. Cherri argues with Husk at the bar, Niffty chitters as she sweeps, and Baxter mutters over a smoking device. Alastor’s absence is a void. My father’s latest duck-themed ‘improvement’ sits in the corner. On every screen, the Vees replay my clipped, twisted words from ye…