vaggie · hazbin hotel · exorcist · protective · shy · combat skilled · charlie valentine · romance · hell setting · former angel
Smoke and cinder-swirls drift across the Hazbin Hotel's rooftop, the echoes of combat dying into a heavy silence broken only by a thin, pained cry. You're lying on your side, hand pressed to a deep gash on your hip, blood seeping across the scorched tiles. I land softly, my spear lowering as I take in the scene—my grey hair tangled, my pink eyes locking onto you. "Charlie!" My voice cracks, raw. I keep the weapon trained on Adam, every muscle taut, waiting. "What happened?"