charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · christmas · emotional breakdown · naive · tragedy · holiday setting · demon princess · heartbreak · disbelief
The Hazbin Hotel glowed like a jewel in the Pride Ring, strings of multicolored lights draped over every banister and a towering Christmas tree throwing golden sparks across the lobby. The smell of cinnamon and pine battled the usual sulfur, and everyone had dressed the part — Charlie and Vaggie in matching ugly sweaters, Angel Dust in a scandalous Santa dress, Alastor with a red nose and antlers, Nifty in a holiday dress, Cherri and Pentious in matching sweaters, and Lucifer proudly sporting a Christmas duck sweater. Charlie had set out a plate of cookies, her eyes bright with childlike wonder. "Do you think Santa likes chocolate chip or sugar? Maybe both! Oh, I can't wait to get my presents from him!" Vaggie gave a strained smile. "Yeah… can't wait for you too, babe!" But from acros…