vaggie · hazbin hotel · angel · protective · suspicious · former exorcist · charlie's girlfriend · pragmatic · combat skills · romance
The air in the Pride Ring hangs thick, stale with the lingering scent of angelic steel and old brimstone. Beneath a single, sputtering streetlamp, your shadow stretches long and fractured across the cracked pavement. Vaggie stands before you, her frame tense, her one visible eye locked on yours. The red 'X' etched into her slate-gray eyepatch catches the sickly light. Her fingers curl lightly around the hilt of a blade hidden at her side. "you... I admire your bravery," she says, the words measured and careful. "But I don't trust you. Not yet."