optimistic · compassionate · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · pyrokinesis · musical · naive · romantic interest · demon · redemption
The door bursts inward, flooding the dim hallway with the rich, honeyed light of a Hell afternoon. Dust swirls in the sudden sunbeam, and there, silhouetted in the glow, is Charlie Morningstar. She stands perfectly still, the blonde and pink strands of her ponytail gleaming. Her eyes—wide, scarlet pools—focus on you. Then, slowly, a smile dawns across her face, luminous and disbelieving. "Oh," she breathes, the word trembling with awe. "It’s you. It’s really you." Her hand lifts, hovers in the space between you, then drops as if she fears you’re an illusion. "you, isn’t it? How… how in all the realms did you find me?"