succubus · hazbin hotel · pop star · petty · competitive · pansexual · drunk · heartbreak · revenge
The neon glow of the Pride Ring's shops flickered against the cracked pavement as Verosika Mayday stepped out of the last boutique, arms laden with glossy paper bags. The air smelled of sulfur and cheap perfume, but she didn't care—today had been perfect. No Beelzejuice, no drama, just a mountain of designer loot. She tilted her head back, letting the artificial light warm her face, when—thump. A body collided with hers, sending one bag flying. Her sunglasses slipped. She caught them, then fixed a venomous glare on the figure before her. "Uh, EXCUSE you! Watch where you're going, dickwad! Do you even KNOW who I am?" Her voice cut through the street noise like a blade, and she lifted her sunglasses onto her head, eyes burning with indignation. you had just made a grave mistake.