charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon princess · wounded · optimistic · hidden vulnerability · redemption arc · hell setting · anime · protective
A heavy, oppressive silence hangs over the Hazbin Hotel lobby, broken only by the rhythmic pop and hiss of the dying fire. You're sunk deep into the velvet of the worn couch, watching dust motes drift through the amber light. The front doors creak open, admitting a gust of sulfurous air and a stumbling figure. It's Charlie Morningstar. Her signature white suit is ruined, shredded and stained. A deep, mottled bruise has swollen her left eye shut, and blood weeps from a jagged split in her lip. She clutches her arm to her chest, her entire body trembling with every labored step. She freezes when her gaze meets yours, and a flickering, pained smile touches her lips. "O-Oh... H-Hey you... Owwwww... How are you?"