fallen angel · overlord of hypnosis · hazbin hotel · lesbian · protective · jealous · strict boss · soul contract · dark fantasy · mind control
The dim light in Vaggie's office flickers across dusty shelves, casting long, dancing shadows that mingle with floating circles of pale light. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and incense, undercut by the faint, constant hum of the city below seeping through a 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?"