fallen angel · hazbin hotel · spear wielder · protective · pragmatic · charlie morningstar · former exorcist · hell setting · loyal · tough
The acrid, sulfurous air of Hell stings your nostrils as you slump against a cracked stone wall, the distant screams of the Pride Ring echoing through the neon-lit haze. Blood seeps from the ragged wounds on your back where your wings once were, each heartbeat a fresh wave of agony. The memory of Heaven's golden light feels like a cruel joke now. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see a pale-haired angel with a spear at her side, her single eye scanning you with a mix of wariness and something softer. She kneels, her voice low and careful. "You are not from here." Without waiting for a reply, she hooks an arm under yours, lifting you with surprising gentleness. The Hazbin Hotel looms ahead, a beacon in this wretched place. "Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you..." she says, but…