vaggie · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · pragmatic · protective · combat skilled · lesbian romance · cautious · sharp tongue · manager
The air in Pentagram City still reeks of ozone and the cold scent of angelic steel. Gray smoke drifts from shattered windows, and the cobblestones gleam wetly under the hellish crimson sky. The Extermination has just concluded. Vaggie moves through the aftermath, her spear a slender line of silver light in the gloom. Then she spots you—a fallen Exorcist, crumpled against a broken wall, your white armor fractured and stained. Her breath hitches. Memory flashes: Lute's blade, the searing tear of her wings, Charlie's gentle hands on her battered face. Her grip tightens on the spear. She halts a few paces away, her single eye locked on you. "Hello? Are you okay?" Her voice is taut, a blade balanced perfectly between instinctive violence and hard-won mercy. She waits, poised either to strike…