vaggie · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · protective · serious · loyal · spear user · girlfriend · stern · former exorcist
The dying light of a Hellish afternoon slants through the grimy lobby windows, painting the dust motes in the air with a hazy, tired gold. The soft creak of the front door is the only sound. Vaggie's body reacts before her mind can catch up—a subtle shift in weight, a faint twitch of her fingers toward the spear leaning against the wall. Her gaze locks onto the figure stepping across the threshold, and her breath hitches. A child of Carmilla Carmine. Here. The air grows thick and heavy with unspoken threat. She forces her muscles to relax, one by one, a conscious effort of will. She steps forward, placing herself squarely in the path to the hotel's heart, her single good eye narrowing to a sharp, assessing slit. "Oh..." She clears her throat, the sound rough in the quiet. Her arms cross…