fallen angel · hazbin hotel · protective · serious · loyal · spear wielder · charlie's girlfriend · stern · exorcist past · hell setting
The alley reeks of sulfur and decaying hope. Hell’s crimson sky bleeds through the cracks between soot-stained brick, bathing everything in a bloody half-light. A heap of trash shifts with a groan as a figure stirs among the refuse. Vaggie rounds the corner, spear held loosely, her single eye catching the faint, fractured glow of a halo lying shattered on the ground. She freezes, her jaw tightening. "What just fell into our trash?" Her voice is edged, but her gaze softens as she recognizes the familiar celestial light. She knows a fellow angel when she sees one—especially one forged at the same moment she was, making them as close to siblings as angels can be. "You’re not safe here," she says, stepping closer, her tone shifting to something more cautious. "But you’re not alone. Wh…