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deadghosy · 2 months

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THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READER💗🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistake

“Quack?” You were literally trying to water the hotel’s flowers when you forgot about extermination….the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.

“Shut your mouth short stuff.” You heard a man’s voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.

“JEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!” Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories

As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. “Ah! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.” St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. “Welcome to your true home [reader]”

The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little “home” sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and aren’t going crazy.

Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.

After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after you…(he wasn’t forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but he’ll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.

“Oh them? Hah! They’re probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.” Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. “Want some?” He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cuteness…

you're like a little baby..💗😭😭😭

Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. “Never leave here. Okay?” He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.

Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. “Good now let’s watch this video I saw off of this human app called ‘TikTok’”

Lute didn’t know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like “quack?” And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.

I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you don’t have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE “BITCH MOVE!”😭

After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandere…)

The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.

I can see St.Peter visit you when he isn’t on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.

You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.

You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. It’s like your significant signature to others to have a good day.

Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.

Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.

Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.

Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. She’d like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.

NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC ✨💗

You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they “ratchet” place.

You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use to….you hoped they were still doing okay down there.

MEANWHILE IN HELL: “OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPED…IM A BAD FRIENDDD” “HON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..” “it’s okay fat nuggets, they’ll come back…” *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.

MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: “quack.” You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. “Huh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down there…they’re fine without you.” Adam says smirking knowing damn well they aren’t .

Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.

I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.

I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.

You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.

You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.

I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty

Say for example you fell and you couldn’t get up as you’re so rounded 😭 LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACK💗 Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.

I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days 😭

You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.

At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.

As you slept…Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a “fuck you” letter to Adam. Don’t even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.

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cryinhell · 5 months

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Okay, theory time:

I'm not the first to theorize that Vaggie is not a sinner but a fallen angel. Not only because of her wings, but it would also answer why she wants to help Charlie with the hotel. Besides just being a good girlfriend

Vaggie wields a spear that she's quite skilled and comfortable using.

Sort of similar to the swords and spears that the exterminator angels use. Vaggie also has an X over her eye like a lot of the exterminator angels do. This could be a reach, but what if Vaggie used to be an exterminator? What if she hated killing sinners and tried to protest against the idea? Perhaps that caused her to lose her seat in Heaven and was sent down to Hell. This could be why she wants to save sinners because she knows how vile the exterminators can be.

Vaggie also told Alastor that she wouldn't let him hurt anyone in the hotel. She's clearly aware of his power, so why make such a claim? Perhaps Vaggie is much stronger than she appears to be. And it's not like Charlie being with a fallen angel is unheard of since her father is a fallen angel. If Vaggie is a fallen angel, does Charlie know this?

Maybe I'm far off here, but this definitely would be interesting and impactful to Vaggie's character.

What do you think of this theory?

#i just want vaggie to be more than just charlies gf #chaggie #hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin theories #charlie morningstar #habzin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel theories #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin theory #vivziepop

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ukor02 · 1 month

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Ok bitches listen up. I need at least *one* Hazbin Hotel writer to do this scenario

Reader is a hellborn(idc what species except for hellhound because this is my request fuck off) and homeless and she got knocked up and baby daddy ditched so Charlie being the angel she is offers reader a room.

Fast forward to episode 5 (whoever starts this feel free to do the whole series but this is mainly focusing on ep 5(OMG WHAT IF READER GOES INTO LABOR DURING THE FINAL BATTLE IN EPISODE 8 FHUXHEHDJ. Chille anyways-)) and the reader is ready to pop any day now. Charlie is introducing the hotel residents to Lucifer and they get to reader and he's just wanting to touch the belly and looking at it with almost child like wonder lookin like this emoji: 🥺

Normal hotel shenanigans ensue. Thanks for coming to my TED talk UwU

#lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #habzin hotel spoilers #alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #vaggie #niffty #hazbin hotel husk #lucifer x reader #lucifer magne #DONT BULLY ME LET ME HAVE THIS #Its ironic because i already decided im never fucking having kids 😂#im absolutely feral abt this man its highly unhealthy #he makes me question my asexuality #bonus points if alastor is hella platonically protective #if/when someone does this tag me plz XD

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sinnawii · 1 year

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Like a moth to a flame. 💜🦋

#vaggie #hazbin hotel #habzin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel vaggie #my art

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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orphaned cannibal adoption AU- Charlie BURSTING in the hotel front doors, striking the iconic lion king pose, and proudly presenting the cannibal kid to the other hotel denizens

Charlie: "GUYS OH MY GOSH LOOK LOOK LOOK!" (waggles the kid happily) "A KID!!!!!!!!! Kid, say hi!"

Cannibal Kid: “Hi…”

Husk: "What the fuck is this? Child labor??"

Vaggie: "No."

Cannibal Kid: (dangling in Charlie’s grip) "I'm VERY high up right now."

Charlie: "Do you like it? The hotel? The high up-ness? The other people living here? We can change ANYTHING you like! You are my child now, and I'm melting like silly putty in your tiny, tiny hands!"

Angel Dust: "Thrillin', toots. Who carried."

Cannibal Kid: "Small hands are useful for getting things out of tight spaces."

Charlie: "I did!"

Vaggie: "Do I wanna know what kinds of things you usually get from what kinds of spaces?"

Angel Dust: "Huh. Would'a thought it'd be Vaginal Area over here."

Cannibal Kid: "Internal organs. From still warm bodies."

Vaggie: "Great."

Charlie: "I carried our new kid here ALLLLLLL the way from Cannibal Town! On my shoulders! Just like how my dad used to do with me!! Only I didn’t turn into a horse or a kangaroo or-"

Niffty: "Aww, that's a long way to walk!" (raises hand) "THEY CAN SNACK ON MY HAND IF THEY'RE HUNGRY!"

Vaggie: "Niffty, Rosie packed a lunch."

Niffty: "NOOOOOOOO...!!!"

Vaggie: "And it's adoption, Angel Dust you asshole. Also try keeping the swearing to a G rating okay."

Husk: "You fucking first."

Vaggie: "Fuck."

Cannibal Kid: "Don't worry. Auntie Rosie taught me to only put nice things in my mouth."

Charlie: "Ooooh like candy?!" (realizing cannibal) "Or, wait-"

Cannibal Kid: "Like eyeballs."

Husk: (SNORTS)

Angel Dust: "Ouchie~"

Vaggie: "What? What? Wanna share something with the room, dingbat!?"

Angel Dust: "I meannnnnn- 's not like you're exactly well equipped to feed your new kid, are ya Vagginator? That's kinda... EYE-ronic."

Husk: (snorts so hard his fur fluffs up)

Niffty: "I have an eye I HAVE AN EYE!!! It's BIG and ROUND and-"

Vaggie: "No."

Cannibal Kid: "Aw."

Niffty: "MOTHERFUCKING DAMNIT!!!!!"

Vaggie: "Oh for- Husk, just, break a bottle and let Niffty have the glass or something. This is too much sudden family bonding happening right now."

Husk: "Let me fucking empty one first." (starts chugging)

Vaggie: (SIGHS)

Charlie: "Right." (lowers kid to eye level) (her eye level, not vaggie’s) "Have you ever heard... of gummy worms?"

Cannibal Kid: "No. But I ate someone named Gary Wormwood once."

Charlie: "That's pretty close!"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, no it's not."

Charlie: "Vaggie, as the mothers, our kid's 'best so far' is always more than good enough for us, it's AMAZING."

Cannibal Kid: "He wasn't that great."

Angel Dust: "Leavin' totally mid Gary to rot somewhere back in creepy Cannibal Town, what's the name of your own sweet little murder baby?"

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "Uh.... Charlie, are you gonna...?"

Charlie: "I mean you're the one who clicked with them, I thought you'd be doing the big introductions!"

Vaggie: "I'd love too, sweetie, but I don't actually... y'know."

Charlie: "What?"

Vaggie: “…um.”

Angel Dust: "...you don't know their fuckin' name, do ya?"

Charlie: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "It, it never came up! I thought I'd find out when you said it!"

Charlie: "I THOUGHT I'D FIND OUT WHEN YOU SAID IT, TOO!!!"

Angel Dust: "Oh fuck me with a plastic dick- Neither of ya's gay morons know's the kid's name???"

Cannibal Kid: "It's Annie."

Charlie: "!! ANNIE IM SO SORRY MOM WILL NEVER NOT KNOW YOUR NAME EVER AGAIN-"

Annie: "Short for Annabelle."

Hotel Crew: “……”

Vaggie: "....like, Annabelle the… cannibal?"

Annie: "Tragically."

Charlie: "Oh but that's. A. Lovely name."

Annie: "My dead parents thought they were both really funny." (flat stare) "They weren't."

Angel Dust: “Sucks to be you, kid. Sorry ‘bout your old man and lady.”

Annie: “It’s okay. They didn’t own a hotel.”

Charlie: “Ahhaha! This is a horrible thing to say, but- I feel like your FIRST life changing experience with us will be learning the true meaning of family!”

Annie: “Since you’re the princess of hell, what does that make me?”

Vaggie: “A normal kid who’s mom is princess of hell.”

Annie: “Dang.”

Angel Dust: “Oh I’m gonna LOVE bein’ your uncle! You’ve got piz-zazz don’t ya~?”

Annie: “No.” (pulls Razzle out from under their coat) “His name’s Razzle.”

Angel Dust: “That ain’t exactly what I meant-”

Annie: “I know. I was just being funnier than you.”

Husk: “Ha! Now this is MY kinda kid!”

Angel Dust: “Yeah sure whatever, I’m still gonna be a waaay cooler uncle than you, so… uhhh… Vaggie-boner, why’s your girlfriend making that noise?”

Vaggie: “The ‘eeeeee’ing?”

Angel Dust: “Yeah.”

Vaggie: “It’s one of her happy sounds.”

Angel Dust: “What the fuck is she so happy about. Didn’t she get over the whole burst of motherly endorphins thing while signin’ adoption papers over in Eats-your-face-burg?”

Vaggie: “I mean, you did kinda just make it sound like you think of her as family.”

Angel Dust: “Of course you gays are family! What the fuck???”

Husk: “….you fucking idiot. Now you’ve made them both cry.”

Niffty: “I wish that was meeee…”

Annie: “I think they’re tears of joy." (dabs tear on finger and tries it) "Tastes like it, anyway. Too sweet.” (pulls face) "Blegh."

Niffty: “Emotional pain from the AGONIZING realization of everything that’d been CUT AWAY FROM YOU LIKE A KNIFE TO YOUR HEART at the same moment someone VIOLENTLY SHOVES a brand new PAINFULLY BEATING HEART into the EMPTY CAVITY that used to hold your BRUTALLY CRUSHED DREAMS… can be fun too…”

Angel Dust: “….”

Husk: “….”

Annie: “Aunt Niffty, you’re so cool.”

Niffty: “Really!? I’m also gonna let you play with KNIVES!!!”

Angel Dust: “-no, no you won’t. No. Both of ya’s listen carefully- the word of the day is ‘N’… ‘O’.”

Annie: “Knife starts with a ‘K’.”

Husk: “He wasn’t spelling knife.”

Annie: “He could've been if he’d started it with a ‘K’.”

Charlie: “YOU ALL ALREADY S-SOUND JUST LIKE A FAMILY WAAAAAGH!!!”

Annie: "So is this the true meaning of family?"

Vaggie: "It's....close enough."

Annie: “Okay. I like it here, tall mom. It’s soggy, because you’re crying on me, but it’s nice.”

Charlie: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- YOU CALLED ME M-MOM-”

Vaggie: “There-there, sweetie. Maybe try to not break our kid’s eardrums on the first day?”

Husk: “You’re still crying out of your one fucking eye-”

Vaggie: “Shut up.”

#habzin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #orphaned cannibal adoption shenanigans #AU #silly #incorrect quotes #annabelle the cannibal #i feel like charlie would be inconsolably happy over becoming a mom #im less sure the rest of the hotel would survive this miracle #oh well!!!!

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 3 months

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Even Though It Was A Fan Theory, I Really Am Not For Making It Canon

I always thought there could be something in Vaggie being a normal sinner in life and having to deal with struggles as her status as a Salvadorean woman. Seriously, I was up for having her story of how she had it hard in life and ended up in hell for all her troubles. And again why did they have to named her Vagyna. It's one of the reasons why I want to just rewrite her name. Also again I really think this was revealed too early for us to have any investment in her. Now it asks more questions if winners can become exterminators.

#vivziepop criticism #helluva boss critique #vivziepop #vivziepop critical #anti-vivziepop #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #anti-hazbin #habzin #lute #adam #vaggie

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pippastrelle · 3 months

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I'm No Angel [2.5k Chaggie]

Vaggie's a fallen angel doubting she'll survive the end of the extermination. When a demon appears at the alley's end, she expects to go down fighting. Instead, she finds a kindness that did not earn hell like she did.

2.5k fic about Vaggie and Charlie's first meeting and Vaggie's decision to stay with her. I wrote it to give Chaggie some more attention and depth and as practice for making a visual novel (so it's somewhat in that format).

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Vaggie is dying.

She's been dead for decades and she's dying.

And again, no-one will miss her.

Bloody rips in her muscle and skin chafe against her top with every crawl forward. She gasps through her teeth and stops, groaning. Her vision pulses black. Grit bites into her raw hands keeping herself up.

Vaggie: Fuck.

Her back muscles flex instinctively, trying to balance herself with the wings Lute ripped out and strew across the road. Vaggie's eye boils in the hellish air. Everything's on fire.

The only reprieve was in between ripping off her uniform to dump in a bin with her spear and dragging the top off some corpse onto her own.

Pain is hardly unfamiliar. She wished she could forget it. Angels don't feel pain. They don't get hurt.

She stopped being an angel when she spared that sinner.

But they were a child. They posed no threat to heaven. Killing them wouldn't have achieved anything.

Vaggie: Gurgh.

She collapses front-first onto the splintered boards and junk piled at the end of the alley. Metal digs into her side, yet her exhale is almost in relief. She's bared worse.

She's no longer in the open.

Vaggie convulses as her skin is already knitting back together. It sears and itches, covering over each bloody wound. Angelic blood did not belong in Hell or anywhere.

Angelic blood... is gold. She didn't know.

Her breaths quake her whole body. She stares down the alleyway.

Luminescent, gold splotches trail all the way from the street to her body.

Even if the demons wouldn't recognise it, all it would take is to follow it and they could kill her in the grime of a back alley, all while she's wearing a top stolen off an exterminated sinner with Xs over the tits.

Like a sinner deserves.

Blood burns acrid all over the Pride Ring. Vaggie retches as she inhales it. She buries her face against a junk box to cover her choking while she waits.

When the demon arrives, they're a blur of a red suit. They block out the fire Vaggie was squinting against.

She grinds her jaw and readies herself to fight. But her arms don't raise. Her spear is in a bin. How can she fight back?

Demon: Oh. Oh! You're alive! You're alive!

Their voice chimes like music.

Still, demons are nothing but deceptive.

Even if the demon is tall, they're skinny. They rush forward and Vaggie plans to knock out their feet with her own.

Her legs don't move.

The demon falls to their knees before Vaggie. She squirms away. They lift gentle hands that don't yet touch her face.

Demon: You are not going to die! I promise. I promise you that.

With their faces so close, Vaggie sees the demon looks... angelic.

They wear a small smile that they're pushing even bigger for her as if for her benefit. It pushes into apple red cheeks. It shines like the golden, curly hair cascading down their back. They brush Vaggie's hair out of the way of her face, exposing her hollow eye socket.

Demon: Okay, I... can't see your eye anywhere, but lots of demons live with one eye, and they're none the worse for it!

They reach into their blazer and with a gurgle nowhere near words, Vaggie bucks out of their hand.

Demon: No, no, no, don't worry. Don't move. I can bandage your wounds then bring you over to my infirmary to get better. Or at least just bandage your wounds. Please?

They bring out a fresh roll of bandage from their inside pocket.

Even if the skin is reforming, it's thin. Bandaging the wounds will keep them from reopening and from festering with hellish infection.

If the demon wanted to kill her, they wouldn't need to pretend anything. So, Vaggie stills. The demon applies the bandage around her face with care not to aggravate either the injuries or Vaggie.

Vaggie: What are you doing?

Her voice is thick with all the blood and spit in her mouth.

Demon: I am making sure that no more of my people die in the extermination than absolutely need to. Like you.

In every extermination, the only thing more deadly than an angel's blade is how the sinners turn on each other. They'd shove the next closest sinner into her blade instead, only for another angel to gut them through the back.

Vaggie: And you are?

Who would protect them? Why would they help her?

The demon's lilt is as sweet as ever, but there's a bracing to their smile. Their eyes keep flicking to the bandages they're now applying around Vaggie's raw hands.

Demon: I'm Charlie Morningstar.

‘Morningstar’.

…Seriously?

Vaggie: Is that... a coincidence? Charlie Morningstar? Lucifer Morningstar?

Charlie: He's my dad.

Vaggie: You're his...?

Charlie: Yes, I'm his daughter.

Lilith and Lucifer, the roots of human evil, have a daughter. And she is nursing Vaggie's wounds.

Charlie's red blazer and trousers paired with a black bowtie belong in a theatre. The extermination counters sinners, not hellborn demons like her. She shouldn't have been attacked. Still, Vaggie begins to notice blood on her shoes, from walking the Pride Ring during an extermination, and bloody, handprints on her front and arms, from demons shoving her away.

Charlie could have been a threat to them. She could be a threat to Vaggie. Vaggie couldn't know. But Vaggie isn't the only demon she approached this extermination.

Vaggie: You-

The word splinters into coughs. Charlie rests a hand against her head to steady it.

Vaggie: You don't act like a fallen angel.

Vaggie: Thank you.

Charlie's big eyes go bigger, and she stops to stare at Vaggie. Her mouth flaps even before she finds the words.

Charlie: Thank you. Yes, yes, so, is this all okay? How are you feeling now? Do I need to bandage anywhere else?

Vaggie's hand goes to her back without thought. She stops herself; it looked just a twitch. But Charlie's eyes catch it.

Charlie takes one of Vaggie's hands in her own.

Charlie: You know, I can bring you to a little infirmary I've made. You can even stay the night if you'd like to. It's totally rent-free. Please.

Her hands are warm, and not in the choking way Hell is warm. It thaws through Vaggie and brings her back to her first home: the tropical constant of El Savador.

Vaggie is in no condition to fight. Her body trembles to move and the alleyway junk pile is hardly shelter. If Charlie turned on her, Vaggie would find a way out. Healing first. Everything else... later.

She nods.

Vaggie: Thanks. Please.

Charlie: What's your name?

Vaggie: Vaggie.

Charlie: Ohhh... Uh, nice name.

Her attempt to smile is genuine at least.

Vaggie had volunteered to leave her human life behind her when she became an exorcist. What does it matter what she's named? She thought it then and she thought it now. It didn't occur to her to make up a new name. Who cares?

Charlie: Come on, Vaggie, let's get you up!

Charlie, as kindly as she can, drags Vaggie from the alley into a taxi. The driver sneers some inappropriate comments about the two but Charlie meets it with a smile and a wad of cash, which doesn't shut the taxi driver up but it does get her driving. Vaggie mentally notes the location of her spear.

Charlie takes them to a lonely high-rise atop a hill of scorched grass. It's lit up with too many lightbulbs but it's intact.

Inside, after a bit more dragging, Charlie lays Vaggie to rest into a bed set close to the entrance and Vaggie sinks into the clean blankets like a kiss against her ripped up body.

Charlie: Don't worry, I'm just getting what you need for your back.

While Charlie sets to gathering disinfectant, water, and bandages from scattered buckets, Vaggie sees she's in a grand hall of empty beds. Every inch of marble floor, every windowsill, and even the start of the staircase is set up with blankets and medical supplies. The beds seem sourced from everywhere in existence. Metal-framed singles that quiver in the breeze next to four-poster kings next to cracked cots next to...

Vaggie: Uhhh.

Charlie must have got most of the beds from some sex clubs that were either destroyed or having a sale. Vaggie is surrounded by love hearts and mirrors and leather and chains.

Thankfully, Vaggie landed on a love heart. She stares up at the pink and the pain briefly melts behind her awkwardness.

Charlie: It's clean! They're all one-hundred percent clean. Scrubbed and new bedsheets. But if you want I can move you to one of the others-

Vaggie: It's... okay.

Her face burns.

Vaggie: Am I the first you brought here?

Charlie: You know, the others I found, they said they were fine without it. It's fine. It gives me more time to focus on you. Now-

Charlie returns to Vaggie and she's shed her blazer. The white button-up underneath brings attention back to her cute bowtie while her suspenders and rolled up sleeves make a handsome shape on her. She was tall, with long arms and long legs to suit it.

Charlie: So, um, how do you want to show me your back?

Vaggie: Huh?

Vaggie splutters a bit, Charlie's voice calls her mind back, but Charlie's apple cheeks seem somehow redder. She lifts the medical supplies in her hands.

Charlie: If you want me to clean the injuries on your back, I'm going to have to, uh, see your back.

Vaggie: Don't worry about it.

Vaggie: I'll take my top off.

Meanwhile, Vaggie's face combusts. She looks again to the love heart on the bed. There is no practical reason to swap.

Charlie: I'm not going to look.

Charlie gives an exaggerated twirl of her legs as she spins around to give Vaggie her privacy.

Vaggie took another look around the grand hall. Although the windows span almost as high as the walls, they're made of individual panes too small for most demons to break through. The arching front doors are thick enough to be weapons of their own right if intruders try to enter. They're alone in the high-rise.

As satisfied as she can be by the security, Vaggie peels off her stolen top and lies on her front on the bed.

Vaggie: You're good.

She hears Charlie turn, then hiss in sympathy.

Charlie: Owwww.

Charlie: They'll heal.

She starts cleaning the two vertical gashes between Vaggie's shoulder blades, but Vaggie's wings are gone. Taken back to Heaven with Lute as proof of her fall.

Vaggie hisses too as the wet rag first hits her back. Her hands claw into the bedsheets.

Charlie: Sorry! This'll be quick. Don't worry.

Vaggie has dealt with worse. She has dealt with worse. She grinds her teeth and focuses on breathing. Charlie starts to rub little circles on her neck to comfort her, which stalls Vaggie.

Charlie: Aaaaaalmost done.

Once they're clean, Charlie covers them with some bandage she sticks across Vaggie's back. Though itching, it's tolerable.

Charlie: You look beautiful!

Charlie: I mean, it all looks nice and clean and you're totally fine now! I'm turning again. You can put on your top again if you want to.

The breath of a laugh escapes Vaggie without her permission.

Vaggie: It's fine.

Her lips quirk strangely. Vaggie didn't expect the first demon she found to be... so cute.

Fuck. If she'd said that up above, Lute's spear would have been through her lungs before Vaggie finished the breath. So, she wouldn't have said anything. But she never looked a demon longer than assessing a target before Charlie. Are these feelings a sign she was always going to fall, or is this because she fell?

Vaggie: You can look again.

Charlie returns with a smile. She rests a hand lightly on Vaggie's arm while she props herself up on her elbows.

Charlie: How are you feeling?

Vaggie: Like shit.

Vaggie: But I'm not dead, because of you.

Vaggie: Is this what you do every year?

Charlie bobs her head from side to side.

Charlie: This is the second year. I try new things, see what works and what I can do next year. I guess people don't need an infirmary as much as I thought, so back to the drawing board!

She gives an attagirl swing of her arm.

Vaggie: And this building. Is this the base for Lilith and Lucifer?

Charlie: No, no, Dad's got his own place. It's a bit deeper into the Pentagram. I got this place for myself. I used to live with my mum but she had some business or something that was very important and she had to leave a few years ago.

Vaggie frowns.

Vaggie: Why did you tell me that?

Charlie's eyes and mouth form perfect Os.

Charlie: You asked, did you not?

Vaggie: I could use this against you. If Lilith's gone, and I know where Lucifer is...

Charlie leans closer to Vaggie and gives her a little nudge with her elbow.

Charlie: But I don't think you will.

Charlie: Thank you, Vaggie. I'm happy someone could be saved.

Vaggie thinks on the child she spared. With the sheer population of Hell and no way to find their name, she'll never know if they got away.

Why can't she regret it?

It makes sense someone like her ended up with the sinners eventually.

Vaggie: Why protect the sinners?

Charlie: Just because you're sinners doesn't mean you should be exterminated. You're still human! Humans have such amazing potential. You can do anything. Who says Hell has to be the end of that?

Vaggie lets her eye fall closed. Charlie is watching her face.

Vaggie: I think you're the more impressive one.

Charlie: Mmph-!

Vaggie peeks her eye back open but Charlie's turned her head with her fluster.

Charlie: That's a nice thing for you to say.

When she's turned, Vaggie can see tears in the side of her shirt, like a clawed hand punctured it.

Vaggie: Do the sinners hurt you?

Charlie: No, no, they don't hurt me. Not like that.

Vaggie: You're doing a good thing, Charlie.

Everything from Charlie's eyes to her voice shines with sincerity. She's nothing like the sinners Vaggie has seen or the demons she's heard of.

Of the two of them, only Vaggie earnt her place in Hell.

If she was made to defend, maybe this can be her penance.

Vaggie: Is anyone else working with you?

She tried to phrase it neutrally but Charlie gasps with delight.

Charlie: Do you want to stay? You absolutely absolutely can!

Vaggie: I'll make sure no-one hurts you-

Charlie throws her arms forward as if to hug her, before remembering Vaggie's back wounds and jerking to a stop. Vaggie's insides lurch with some disappointment, before she also chides herself.

Charlie: I've got plenty of rooms upstairs for you! You get to choose. And if there's anything you need, just tell ol' Charlie and she'll sort it.

She keeps nattering her niceties, not particularly checking whether Vaggie is listening.

Vaggie's in a bed taken from a Hell sex club, under the asylum of the daughter of Lilith and Lucifer. Just breathing reminds her of the tears down her back and in her skull where her wings and eye were ripped from her. She spared a demon. She fell from the angels. She didn't deserve to smile.

Still, she is, however slightly.

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