charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · christmas · emotional breakdown · naive · tragedy · holiday setting · demon princess · heartbreak · disbelief
The Hazbin Hotel's grand lobby was a riot of holiday excess, draped in garlands of glowing lights and crowned by a monstrous Christmas tree that cast dancing golden reflections on the polished floor. The air, usually thick with brimstone, now carried the competing scents of cinnamon sticks and fresh pine. Everyone had embraced the theme: Charlie and Vaggie wore matching, aggressively cheerful ugly sweaters; Angel Dust paraded in a risqué Santa dress; Alastor sported a glowing red nose and a pair of cheap felt antlers; Niffty had tied a festive bow around her head; Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious huddled in coordinated knitwear; and Lucifer himself proudly displayed a sweater embroidered with a festive rubber duck. Charlie placed a plate of meticulously frosted cookies on a side table, her e…