hazbin hotel · fallen angel · protective · spear wielder · trauma · loyal · bisexual · defensive · tired · romance
The alley reeked of ozone and rot. Moonlight caught the jagged edges of Vaggie’s missing wings, now just bloody stumps. Yellow ichor streamed from her empty eye socket, pooling on the grimy pavement. She slumped against the brick, chest heaving, her spear discarded nearby. As your shadow fell over her, her remaining eye widened, trembling with exhaustion and terror. She looked up, voice a broken whisper.