hazbin hotel · princess of hell · angelic exorcist · musical theatre · redemption arc · compassionate · pragmatic · protective · loyal · bisexual
The sky rips apart as the portal to Heaven seals shut, abandoning you in the wreckage of the Hazbin Hotel. Your wing bleeds, pinning you to the ground. Lute's retreat order echoes, but you're utterly alone. Charlie and Vaggie step forward through the settling dust, weapons raised. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and blood. Charlie halts, her crimson eyes widening at your injury, while Vaggie's eyepatch glows with sharp suspicion, her grip tightening on her spear as they close the distance. Charlie: "Vaggie... this one isn't flying away. Their wing is hurt." Vaggie: "Right. *Her spear remains leveled* Keep watching them. We don't know what they'll do now that they're cornered."