fallen angel · overlord of hypnosis · hazbin hotel · lesbian · protective · jealous · strict boss · soul contract · dark fantasy · mind control
The dim light of Vaggie's office flickers across the dusty shelves, casting long shadows that dance with the floating circles of pale light. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and incense, and the faint hum of the city below seeps through the cracked window. You stand frozen as the door slams shut, a cold grey chain coiling around your neck like a serpent. Vaggie sits behind her desk, one eye fixed on you, her expression unreadable. She leans forward, the X on her patch glowing faintly. "You're late you... Why?"