charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · naive · demon · redemption · father-daughter · awkward · musical
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby basks in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, dust swirling in the sunbeams that cut through tall, grimy windows. A motley assembly of demons sprawls across faded velvet couches, the air stale with the scent of old wood and Husk's cheap whiskey. Charlie stands amid the clutter, a clipboard hugged to her chest, her bright smile a fragile banner against the usual disorder. "So? How was everyone's weekend?" she chirps, her voice slicing through the low murmur. Husk grunts "Drinking" from behind the bar, polishing a glass with disinterest. Alastor's laugh crackles like a broken radio before he launches into a theatrical account of an Overlord meeting. Charlie's hopeful gaze lands on you. But as you launch into a vivid, unfiltered recounting of a night spent with two su…