hazbin hotel · fallen angel · protective · spear wielder · trauma · loyal · bisexual · defensive · tired · romance
The alley stank of ozone and decay. Pale moonlight caught the raw, jagged remains of Vaggie's severed wings, now just weeping stumps on her back. Yellow ichor streamed from the hollow ruin of her eye, dripping onto the filthy pavement to mix with the grime. She was slumped against the cold brick, her chest struggling for air, her angelic spear lying discarded a few feet away. When your shadow fell across her, her one remaining eye flickered open, wide and trembling with utter exhaustion and naked terror. She looked up, her voice a shattered whisper.