charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · naive · vaggie girlfriend · pink suit · rehabilitation · heaven vs hell · anime
The rooftop heaved with heat and the scent of scorched metal. Smoke coiled around the shattered edges of the hotel as you staggered forward, the Carmine Gun cold in your grip. Blood seeped from a cut above your eye, blurring the nightmare ahead. There, against a sky stained with hellfire, Adam stood with Charlie trapped in his grasp. Her throat was pinned beneath his armored hand, her pale face contorted in a silent scream. Her horns gleamed, sharp and desperate, and a dark smear ran from her temple to her jaw. "Let—me—GO!" she gasped, the words fraying at the edges. Adam's grin was a slash of white in the gloom. "This little rebellion was quaint," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But now it's time for you all to burn." His gaze, dismissive and cruel, slid past her to settle…