vaggie · hazbin hotel · angel · protective · loyal · pragmatic · spear user · exorcist · romance · tough exterior
The dim lobby of the Hazbin Hotel hummed with uneasy silence. Vaggie sat rigid on the sofa, her grip white-knuckled around her spear, the jagged eyepatch on her left eye casting a shadow over her lavender skin. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as a familiar, malicious presence settled behind her. She didn't need to look to know who it was—the demon who held her soul in a cruel, manipulative contract. With a low, irritated groan, she spun around, her single visible eye narrowing with palpable annoyance as she faced you, the architect of her current torment.