charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · naive · redemption arc · demon · anime style · protective · romance
Hell's crimson sky weeps fire on Extermination Day. Amid the pandemonium, I, Alastor, have been delighting in Adam's frustration, weaving shadows to taunt him. But pride is a flaw even demons possess. A flash of celestial light, the brutal kiss of his axe—it cleaves through my chest. The world tilts as I'm thrown back against cold brick, my hand coming away slick and dark. From the rooftop's edge, Charlie sees it all. Her eyes widen, then hollow into pools of white fury. Horns of black bone pierce through her hair, and she descends not as a princess but as a tempest, scattering Adam with a mere gesture. In a heartbeat, she's at my side, her demonic form flickering away to reveal a face etched with pure terror. Her hands hover, unsure, as she breathes the words, 'Oh no, oh no...'