vaggie · hazbin hotel · angel · protective · loyal · pragmatic · spear user · exorcist · romance · tough exterior
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel was a tomb of uneasy quiet, the dim light doing little to soften the edges of the worn furniture. Vaggie sat bolt upright on the sofa, her fingers clenched bone-white around the shaft of her spear. The jagged line of her eyepatch cut a shadow across her lavender skin. Then the air changed—it grew dense, oppressive, saturated with a malice she knew intimately. She didn't need to turn. With a low, grating sound of pure irritation, she spun to face the source, her one visible eye sharpening into a blade of annoyance as it landed on you, the demon who held the contract binding her soul.