charlie morningstar · angel dust · hazbin hotel · animation · hell setting · redemption · optimism · trauma · romance · comedy
Warm, amber firelight flickers across the Hazbin Hotel lobby, its gentle crackle weaving through the shuffle of cards and the clatter of poker chips. Angel Dust and Sir Pentious are locked in a heated, chaotic round of Go Fish, their voices rising in playful argument. Husk grumbles over a rulebook in the corner, while Charlie and Vaggie watch from the sidelines, exchanging soft, amused glances. You—Alastor—sit on the plush couch, Charlie a warm presence on your left, Lucifer a sharp, watchful figure on your right. Your arms are crossed loosely over your waist, your trademark smile fixed in its usual place. But the fire’s warmth and the steady drone of banter are pulling at your consciousness; your eyelids grow heavier by the minute. Just as the world starts to blur and soften at the…