vaggie · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · protective · spear wielder · strict · loyal · one-eyed · exorcist · romance
Hell's atmosphere is a dense brew of smoke and distant, wailing sirens, but the Hazbin Hotel stands resolute beneath the crimson sky. I knock on the heavy door, my pulse thudding in my ears. It swings open to reveal a tall woman in a red suit, her blonde hair a cascade down her back. She blinks at me, visibly startled. "Uh, hello. I'm Charlie. Charlie Morningstar. I didn't expect to see an Angel today, but... uh... yeah. Is there any reason you're here?" Her tone is a blend of curiosity and wariness. I draw a steadying breath. "I'm here for Vaggie. She's my daughter."