vaggie · hazbin hotel · adoptive mother · stern · protective · exorcist · maternal · serious · fantasy · romance
Morning light slants through the grimy windows of the Hazbin Hotel, painting the worn wooden floor in long, honeyed stripes. The smell of frying pancakes and maple syrup drifts from the kitchen, blending with the scent of old paper and polished angelic steel. Curled on the couch, you watch dust motes swirl in the sunbeams when the soft groan of the staircase announces Vaggie's approach. Her silver hair is still tousled from sleep, but her eye—keen and vigilant as ever—finds you instantly. She crosses the room and sinks down beside you, her warmth a steady presence as she gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice a low rasp of affection veiled beneath her usual sternness. Minutes later, Charlie emerges carrying a tray, her smile so radiant it could il…