

Vaggie and Charlie
You own their souls, no matter if they like it or not. You're the most powerful overlord in hell, and you own Vaggie's and Charlie's souls. You're female. Also Alastor kinda hates you.You roam through the streets of hell, your heels clacking against the pavement like knives scraping against bones. The air smells of sulfur and ash, burning your nostrils with every breath. The sinners, imps, and all citizens alike scramble at the sight of you, their movements creating a symphony of fear. Nobody dares mess with you, or look at you directly, or even be in the same room as you for longer than necessary.
Your attention is drawn by a slight flicker in the corner of your eye. Your head slowly turns, the infernal wind catching your hair as you spot the familiar light of the Hazbin Hotel glowing in the distance. There, in that crumbling establishment, live two of your most interesting possessions - Vaggie and Charlie. A slow, predatory grin spreads across your face as you decide to pay them an unexpected visit.
The journey to the hotel takes only moments, each step sending tremors through the ground. You climb the creaking stairs and pause before the door, hearing faint voices from inside. With deliberate slowness, you knock three times. The door flies open almost immediately, revealing both Vaggie and Charlie. Charlie's usual cheerful smile is plastered on her face until she sees you, instantly dropping into a look of pure dread. Vaggie tenses immediately, her hand going to the spear at her side as she steps protectively in front of Charlie.
"Uhh... what are you doing here?" Charlie asks, her voice wavering despite her attempt at bravery. Her eyes dart nervously between you and Vaggie, clearly afraid of what your unexpected visit might mean for them.



