Heaven… Hell… two realms that await every soul when their mortal lives draw to a close. Heaven, a sanctuary of eternal peace, reserved for the virtuous. Hell, a domain of chaos and torment, where the damned reside. But… who decides which soul belongs where? Is it truly a matter of justice, or perhaps… merely a question of perspective?
Extermination Day… Hell…
A girl with flowing blonde hair paces restlessly across the room, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. She drifts towards the door, hesitates, then retreats back to the couch, her face a canvas of indecision.
"Should I?… I shouldn't… Should I? Aw, fuck…" Her voice trembles with frustration, the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on her shoulders.
Who is she? She is Charlie—Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell, daughter of Lucifer. Her lineage alone should inspire fear, her presence should command authority… yet her eyes betray a different story.
"Should IIIII?" Charlie peeks out from behind the door, her heart heavy with dread as she witnesses the carnage unfolding outside. The air is thick with the screams of the damned, the streets awash in blood and fire.
To anyone else, the title "Princess of Hell" would conjure images of a terrifying, malevolent figure. But Charlie is none of those things. In truth, she is the very opposite—a beacon of hope in a land of despair, a compassionate soul in a sea of cruelty.
"AAAAH, Keekee, what should I do?" Charlie clutches her one-eyed cat to her chest, her voice laced with desperation. The cat meows softly, offering what little comfort it can.
Charlie Morningstar… she is not a demon of destruction or fear. No, she is a dreamer—a dreamer with a vision that defies the very nature of Hell itself.
Her gaze drifts upward to the two small demons fluttering above her—Razzle and Dazzle. "Razzle… Dazzle… should I?" she asks, her voice gentle and uncertain. The little goat demons nod eagerly, their faces alight with innocent encouragement.
Charlie's eyes drop to the floor, the weight of her responsibility bearing down on her. Outside, her people are being slaughtered, and she… she feels powerless to stop it. But is she really? Is this not the moment she's been waiting for?
She straightens her back, determination igniting within her. She walks to the door, Razzle and Dazzle following close behind. The sounds of horror and pain flood her senses, and she knows—she knows she can't stand by any longer.
"Everything starts with the first step… you can do this, Charlie…" Her hand trembles as it grips the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself.
"Let's… fucking… GO!" With fierce resolve, she flings the door open and steps out into the chaos.
There's something she's holding onto—a small, fragile hope. The exorcists can't kill Hellborns, those who were born in Hell. And Charlie? She was born in Hell… so she should be safe. Right?
Her theory is soon put to the test. An exorcist locks eyes with her, their presence looming like a shadow. Charlie stands her ground, her heart racing, as the two little demons by her side growl protectively. The exorcist pauses, studying her, murmuring something to themselves… then, without warning, they turn and take off, leaving her standing alone, her expression frozen in disbelief.
"So… it's true…" A flicker of hope ignites within her, spreading like wildfire. She looks down at Razzle and Dazzle, her eyes shining with determination. "Let's save some sinners!"
She couldn't save a single one.
Every sinner she found, every desperate soul she tried to reach, slipped through her fingers like sand in an hourglass.
Charlie spotted a sinner—a young, humanoid cat with wide, fearful eyes. Hope sparked in her chest. "H-hey! I know a place where you can be safe!" she called out, her voice filled with urgency. The sinner glanced at her, his expression twisted with distrust.
"Fuck off!" he spat back, his voice laced with venom. But before Charlie could even process his rejection, a holy spear pierced through his chest, snuffing out the light in his eyes. Charlie blinked, the horror settling in, but she had no time to mourn. She moved on, desperate to find someone she could save.
Next, she found a wolf humanoid—a woman, battle-worn and scarred. "L-lady, I have a safe place! Please, come if you want to live!" Charlie pleaded, her heart aching with desperation. But the woman shoved her aside, teeth bared as she charged at the exorcists, intent on fighting them off alone. It didn't end well.
Charlie kept going. She had to keep going.
She encountered another sinner—a tall, imposing cowboy. "Sir! Sir, please listen! I-I have a—" She was cut off as the cowboy leveled his gun at her, eyes cold and unforgiving.
"Piss off…" he growled, and Charlie could do nothing but raise her hands in surrender, backing away slowly. Every attempt to save someone, anyone, ended the same way. Rejection. Death. And the weight of her failures grew heavier with each passing hour.
Nineteen hours had passed. Only five remained until this cursed day was over.
In a final, desperate attempt, Charlie spotted a very young sinner darting into a back alley. This time, she wasn't going to ask nicely. Red eyes glowing, horns protruding from her head, and a demonic tail lashing behind her, she appeared before him, her presence overwhelming.
"Come… I won't ask twice," she commanded, her voice cold as she extended a hand. The young sinner trembled in terror, his body shrinking away from her. He was so scared, so hopeless, that he reached for an angelic spear lying discarded on the ground and impaled himself without hesitation.
Charlie's form instantly reverted, her demonic façade melting away as she stood there, stunned. She didn't even have time to react before he was gone. The shock hit her like a physical blow, her heart shattering inside her chest. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but all that came was a silent, suffocating grief.
She walked away, her movements mechanical, her mind numb as she navigated the streets littered with the bodies of her people. Each step was agony, the weight of her failure crushing her spirit. Charlie wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together, but the pain was too much. This… this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
Razzle and Dazzle hovered nearby, their little faces mirroring her sorrow. They watched helplessly as their princess sank to the ground, sitting in the middle of the street, surrounded by death and despair.
"This… is an impossible dream… right…?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she buried her face in her hands. "Why is it so hard to… help?" Tears slipped from her eyes, tracing wet paths down her cheeks. She cried quietly, her sobs echoing in the silence of the ruined city.
But even in the depths of her despair, she looked up—her gaze drawn to the massive pentagram that dominated the blood-red sky, and the small, distant portal to Heaven. What more could she do? How could she save her people from this cruel injustice? She couldn't give up… not yet. There had to be something, anything, that she could do.
The longer she stared at the sky, the more her thoughts churned, desperation mingling with determination. But before she could grasp onto a new idea, something interrupted her—a spark in the sky, red and pink, falling rapidly. It split into two, each streaking in different directions with a thunderous crack. Charlie's eyes tracked the pink spark as it descended, her heart skipping a beat.
It wasn't just a spark. It was… someone. A sinner, unconscious and plummeting toward the ground. A fresh soul, just fallen into Hell. And that sinner—he was about to be slaughtered by the exorcists before he even had a chance to understand where he was.
Charlie's sorrow evaporated, replaced by a fierce determination. She pushed herself to her feet, her eyes locked on the falling figure. She wouldn't let this one die. Not this time.
She took off running, her heart pounding in her chest, as she raced toward the new arrival. She wouldn't give up. She couldn't give up. She had to save at least one sinner.
She ran, her breath coming in desperate gasps, her legs burning with strain. Razzle and Dazzle struggled to keep up, their little wings flapping furiously as they chased after her.
"He must have fallen already… c'mon, hurry, hurry!" she urged herself, forcing her legs to move faster. The urgency in her heart was like a drumbeat, growing louder with every step.
She was close now—close enough to see smoke rising in the distance. Smoke? Why was there smoke? Souls that fell to Hell didn't suffer from fall injuries. What was this sinner? And why had he fallen in a blaze of pink sparks?
Charlie skidded to a stop as she arrived at the scene, her heart sinking as she saw the exorcists already there. They had formed a tight circle around the sinner, their postures tense, their movements cautious. What were they doing? She strained to hear their voices, her blood running cold as their words reached her.
"Is this really a new sinner?" one of them asked, a sick excitement in her voice.
"Yes, sister… I saw him fall," another replied, her tone laced with curiosity.
"Is he dead, though? He looks dead…"
"No, no, no… I hear breathing… this sinner is still alive and will wake up any moment now."
"I say we wait for him to wake up and then kill him!"
"Fuck that! Let's kill him now!"
One of the exorcists lunged at the unconscious sinner, spear raised to deliver the killing blow. But before the spear could strike, Charlie threw herself in its path, her wings flaring out as she blocked the attack.
"I won't let you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage. Her demonic form surged to the surface, her eyes glowing red, her horns lengthening as she tried to intimidate them.
"Hellborn… move out of the way," the exorcist hissed, her voice icy and devoid of emotion.
"No! These are my people. If you want to take his life… then take mine!" Charlie stood her ground, defiance burning in her eyes.
The exorcists exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Then, with a shrug, three of them moved in, surrounding Charlie and grabbing her, their grips like iron as they immobilized her.
"So much for that… I should kill you for your naiveness… but I won't. The sinner will suffice," one of them sneered, pressing the tip of her spear against Charlie's skin.
Helpless, Charlie could only watch as the remaining exorcists closed in on the sinner. She struggled against her captors, but their hold was too strong. She tried to scream, tried to break free, but it was no use.
Just as the exorcist's spear was about to pierce the sinner's chest, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere descended upon them. The air thickened with an overwhelming sense of fear, freezing everyone in place.
"Grrr…" A low growl echoed through the alley, the voice unmistakably that of a child—a girl. From the shadows behind the sinner, a massive, terrifying figure began to emerge. With one swift motion, a giant hand reached out and yanked the spear from the exorcist's grasp, sending them stumbling back in shock.
"Who dares… try to hurt… YUTAAAA!" The voice was now fully unleashed, belonging to a monstrous creature. Its upper body was large and muscular, with long arms that ended in claws. A tail-like shadow writhed below it, and its head was encased in a shell-like mask, obscuring any recognizable features. Tendrils sprouted from its head, and its mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth.
"What the fuck!?" one of the exorcists screamed, panic seizing her. Another attempted to stab the creature, but the beast moved with lightning speed, slamming its fist into the exorcist and sending them crashing through a wall.
Charlie, along with the remaining exorcists, stared in stunned silence at the creature. What was this thing? And why did it seem so intent on protecting the sinner?
"Get away from US!" the child's voice roared from within the monster, snapping the holy spear in half with a sickening crack. The exorcists recoiled in terror, their fear palpable as they scrambled to retreat, dragging their unconscious companion with them.
Before Charlie even realized it, the exorcists had fled, leaving her alone with the monstrous being. Her heart raced in her chest, fear and uncertainty battling for control of her mind. Razzle and Dazzle, now just arriving, sensing the danger, transformed into full dragons, snarling as they prepared to defend their princess.
But then, Charlie saw something that made her pause. The creature wasn't attacking—it was shielding the sinner with its massive hand, its posture protective rather than aggressive. She blinked, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Raising a hand, Charlie signaled for Razzle and Dazzle to stand down. The two dragons hesitated, confused, but eventually reverted to their smaller forms, watching the creature warily.
"I-I'm Charlie… n-nice to meet you," she stammered, her voice soft and unthreatening as she extended her hand.
The monster remained silent, its face fixed on her, watching for any sign of danger.
"Y-you're protecting him… right? I mean no harm… I truly mean it… I have nothing to do with those exorcists… I'm on your side," Charlie continued, trying to reason with the creature. It tilted its head, considering her words, but remained silent.
The tension in the air was thick, the silence almost unbearable. Charlie's heart pounded in her chest, fear gnawing at her resolve. What if this thing didn't believe her? What if it decided she was a threat?
"L-listen… I know you don't know where you are, and you probably don't trust me… but you don't want to be here. More exorcists will come, and they'll try to hurt him again… you need a safe place… I know one… please… just believe me," she pleaded, her voice wavering as she gestured to the unconscious sinner.
For a long, agonizing moment, the monster didn't move. Then, slowly, it looked down at the sinner. The creature seemed to consider something before it began to fade, its massive form dissolving into shadow until it was gone, leaving the sinner behind.
Charlie stood there, confused and a little dazed. "Is that a yes?" she asked the empty air, not sure if the creature could still hear her. But there was no response.
Swallowing her nerves, Charlie approached the fallen sinner, her eyes taking in his appearance. He wore a loose white uniform jacket with sleeves that stopped at his forearms, slender blue jeans tucked into white sneakers that matched his jacket, and… a strange sword strapped to his side.
Carefully, she lifted him into her arms, cradling him in a bridal style. He was lighter than she expected. With a deep breath, Charlie started to walk away, Razzle and Dazzle trailing behind her.
She had found her sinner. Now she just had to keep him safe.
"Happy birthday, Yuta!" a young girl's voice rang out, bright and cheerful. She and Yuta, both around 11 years old, were crouched in a park, their hands busy shaping sandcastles. Yuta's eyes lit up as he turned toward her, his heart leaping with excitement.
"YAAAY, can I open it?" he asked eagerly, his hands already inching toward the small box she held out.
"Sure," she replied with a smile.
"Reaaally?" he repeated, his voice filled with anticipation.
"I said sure," she laughed, watching his enthusiasm with fondness.
Yuta tore into the box, his excitement giving way to curiosity as he lifted the lid. Inside, nestled against a soft cushion, was a delicate ring.
"A ring…?" Yuta's brow furrowed in confusion as he inspected the small object, turning it over in his fingers.
"An engagement ring," the girl explained, taking hold of his pinky with a gentle touch.
"En-gorgement?" he repeated, stumbling over the unfamiliar word, clearly not understanding.
"It's for a promise… once we grow up, we'll get married, Yuta…" she said, her voice soft, filled with a childlike sincerity that only deepened his smile. Yuta nodded eagerly, a grin spreading across his face.
But then, something flickered in his memory—a shift in the air, a cold whisper of something dark. The joyful scene faded, replaced by a chaotic blur of noise and pain.
"Call an ambulance! Someone!" A voice shouted, urgent and desperate.
"Idiot! Can't you see she's beyond saving?" another voice snapped, harsh and filled with despair. The words seemed to echo around Yuta, but he couldn't focus on them. His eyes were fixed on the ground, on the horrifying sight before him.
Her head… her head was crushed…
Yuta stared at the crimson pool spreading across the pavement, his heart pounding in his chest. The world around him felt distant, unreal.
"Rika?" he whispered, his voice trembling with confusion, with fear. But no one responded.
Suddenly, a cold, wet sensation gripped his legs. Yuta's breath hitched as he looked down, and his blood ran cold. Something was emerging from the blood, from the shadows—a figure, familiar yet twisted, rising from the depths.
"Yuuutaaa…" the voice slurred, distorted, but unmistakably hers. No one else seemed to notice. The world around him carried on, oblivious to the horror unfolding before his eyes.
"When we grrrow uuup…" "Llleets geeet marrieeeeed…" "It's a promise…"
Yuta couldn't move, couldn't speak. He was paralyzed by fear, by loss, by a confusion so deep it felt like he was drowning. The world around him spun, darkened, and then—
He woke up.
Yuta jolted upright, gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He was in a bed—a luxurious bed with silk sheets and a plush comforter. The room was grand, unfamiliar. His eyes darted to the window, where a blood-red sky loomed, painting everything in an eerie light.
Where was he?
"Oh yay! You're awake!" A jubilant voice broke through his disorientation. Yuta turned to see a girl beside him—Charlie—her eyes bright with relief, her smile wide. She was clearly exhausted but happy, and before Yuta could react, she grabbed his shoulders and began to shake him with unbridled enthusiasm.
"I'm sooo glad!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and exhaustion.
But before Yuta could make sense of the situation, a presence surged into the room.
"HEY, LEAVE HIM!" The creature from his memory—twisted, monstrous—emerged once again, its form towering, menacing. Charlie jumped back, startled, her hands raised in apology.
"S-sorry! I got a bit excited, but he's awake! That's what matters, right?" she said, clapping her hands nervously, trying to lighten the tension.
Yuta, still dazed, looked between the two of them, confusion etched deep in his features. His gaze lingered on the creature, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.
"Yuuutaaa…" the creature's voice softened, the monstrous exterior masking the familiar, gentle tone of the girl he remembered.
"Seeeee… friend," the creature added, patting Charlie with an almost playful gesture, its terrifying form at odds with the innocence of the act.
"Rika…?" Yuta managed to murmur, the word barely escaping his lips. But it was enough. The creature's face brightened, and its body seemed to relax.
"Yesyesyesyes! That's me!" Rika's voice bubbled with joy, and without warning, she wrapped Yuta in a tight embrace. The sheer force of her happiness made Charlie chuckle, the tension in the room easing just a bit.
"So… Rika… okay, so that's your name," Charlie said, more to herself than anyone else, watching with a bemused smile as Rika continued to nudge Yuta affectionately. "And you must be Yuta. I'm so happy to finally know the name of the first sinner I saved!" she added, her voice brimming with pride.
"Who?" Yuta's question came out of nowhere, halting both Rika and Charlie in their tracks.
"W-what? What do you mean 'who'? Rika called you that," Charlie replied, her voice tinged with confusion, her smile faltering as concern crept in.
"Yuta…? That's… me?" The boy's voice wavered, his expression blank, as though the name was foreign to him. Charlie's concern deepened, and Rika fell silent, her gaze fixed on him, as if trying to understand what was happening.
"Um… I mean… that was your name in your past life, right? You died and… got here… in Hell," Charlie explained, her tone gentle, trying to help him piece together the fragments of his memory.
"…I died…?"
But the confusion in his eyes didn't waver. It was as if her words had no meaning, as if they were a puzzle with pieces that didn't fit. Yuta stared at her, lost, as though the ground had been pulled out from under him, and he was falling all over again.
End of Chapter
Writer: WooowO I have been imagining so many things with my schizo head a story of Hazbin Hotel and JJK (Weird I know but head doesnt shut up about it so I comply lol), which it only lasts for a while before I focus on something else but seems like I cannot let it go and decided to just write the story for myself, until now that I decided to share the first chapter. Hopefully any fans of HH or JJK (or both like me) like this story.
This is the first time I publish a story so... I would love recomendations of what to take in count and what not. And of course you thoughts on the chapter. ty