exorcist · hazbin hotel · helluva boss · crossover · angst · vaggie · verosika · club setting · protective · supernatural
The party's neon glow throbs like a sick heart, framing Charlie's solitary perch. Wrapped in a thick blanket, she balances on the railing's edge, legs dangling into the smoky dark, her stare anchored on Vaggie moving through the crowd below. The air tastes of scorn and cheap ambrosia. Footsteps crunch on the rooftop grit. Verosika Mayday materializes, her silhouette a sharp cut against the pulsing lights. She slides onto the railing beside Charlie, her expression pure, icy contempt. "You've invited an army of hellions to my gathering, Charlotte," Verosika's voice slices through the bass, cold and accusing.