The Second Chance; or, When Vaggie Met Charlie: A Hazbin Hotel Story

By ZebraFinch99

Foreword

This idea sorta came to me after thinking about Vaggie's origin in Hazbin Hotel episode 6. I wondered...what was going through her head? What was it like to be in her shoes? So I kept thinking...and then this happened. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

"Sinful filth like yourself has NO place in Heaven."

That was the last thing Vaggie heard before she screamed in anguish as her wings were forcefully ripped from her body. Now half-blind, she turned to see the fading silhouettes of her former superiors abandoning her in disgust. She'd always expected such cowardice to get her killed. Instead, they did the cruelest thing possible: letting her live with the shame, stripped of her holy status and permanently banished from Heaven like Lucifer.

This was it. She had one job. One purpose. Fly down to Hell and massacre the filthy sinners. It was the whole fucking reason she'd been created in the first place. She never liked doing it, but what else what she supposed to do? Adam had given her life itself. Surely she owed it to him to do whatever he fucking said, no matter how much of a fucking dick he was. So once a year, she shut down all emotions and was the perfect soldier. There was talk of doing it twice a year, but whatever. She could handle that. But this one time…she fucked up. And she'd been unlucky enough to be witnessed. And she paid the price, losing not only her eye and wings, but her whole purpose for existing. What was even the point of her anymore?

And so, Vaggie resigned herself to her fate. The way she saw it there were two options, both terrible. One option was allowing herself to be torn apart by sinners and demons. It was truly horrible, but it was at least faster. But she decided she wasn't that desperate to speed up the process. She'd rather just let herself bleed out. It was at least more peaceful that way. So, she discarded her armor, hoping to blend in among the sinners as she looked for a placed to curl up and just fucking die. She looked up and noticed a dumpster within sight. She figured it was about as good a place as any. In a way, it was fitting. So, there she sat as she slept, awaiting the inevitable.

The first thing Vaggie heard was a gasp, then a voice crying out to her.

As she came to, still delirious with pain, her heart started racing. It felt like only a moment had passed, but for all she knew, it could've been hours. Why wasn't she dead yet? She wasn't sure, but there must be a reason. She opened her eye to see someone approaching. It was a demon girl in a red jacket. She didn't know whether to run away, hide, or fight her off. She didn't know if she could trust her either. She wasn't even sure if she was real. Her fears were alleviated, however, when this girl started bandaging her eye socket.

This girl was not an enemy. Vaggie reasoned that if she was, then why would she bother bandaging her wounds? As her fears subsided, she realized that this girl was familiar, somehow. But she just couldn't place it. One thing was certain, though. This girl was cute. Heck, she was probably the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen. Vaggie smiled at her, and blushed a little as the girl smiled back and brushed some hair aside.

Vaggie decided to venture a conversation. "Hey, have we met? I feel like I know you somehow."

The girl shook her head. "No, we've never met. You've probably seen me, though." She offered her hand and told her, "I'm Charlie. What's your name."

Suddenly, Vaggie recognized her for who she was: Charlotte Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer and Lilith, and the Princess of Hell. As an exorcist, she'd been briefed on all the notable demons, including the Royal Family. There were extra rewards on most of the notables, some of which she'd collected herself, but the Royals were strictly off limits. There would be an incident otherwise…and, strictly speaking, this whole thing was never officially sanctioned. A few thoughts went through her head. Her first thought was, "So she goes by Charlie…nice." Her next was, "Wait…did I just mentally call the Princess of Hell the most beautiful girl I've ever seen? Actually…y'know what? Fuck it. I'm not one of them anymore. I can allow myself to admit this. Fuck those guys."

She took her hand and said, "I'm Vaggie."

Charlie helped her to her feet, and she at first tried to walk on her own. However, while her legs had no injuries, she was still in a lot of pain, and walking proved to be difficult. She tried using her angelic spear as a cane of sorts, which got her a little further, but she soon started to falter. Thankfully, Charlie caught her before she fell, and let her hold on to her shoulder. So, the two of them started walking together. After a bit, Vaggie's curiosity got the best of her, and decided to talk to her.

"I…I do recognize you now. Aren't you like…the Princess or something?"

Charlie replied, "Yeah, that's right."

"So…"

"What?"

Vaggie asked, "So…how'd you find me? What's a Princess like you even doing among the commoners? Shouldn't you be…I dunno…hiding out in your palace or something? No offence, I'm just…kinda new around here."

"None taken.", she replied. "Well, to answer your last question, I don't have a palace; I moved out a little while back. I got tired of living in luxury while my people struggled…so I left."

Vaggie was surprised to hear this. "Wow…that's…pretty cool, Charlie."

Charlie blushed. She'd was not accustomed to hearing that said about her. "Thanks. Umm…second, I come out here every year. Someone's gotta help the wounded survivors, right? Not that I've ever found that many who don't just tell me to go fuck myself because of my immunity…or aren't gone moments later anyway. You're actually the first one I've actually been able to truly help."

Vaggie was stunned. She really knew nothing at all about this place. "And you haven't…given up trying? If you can't even help them, what's the point?"

"I gotta try, right? No matter how much they might despise me…they're my people. And besides…I am helping them, Vaggie.", she replied. "Even if I can't save their life…I'm at least with them in their last moments…and they don't have to die alone. That means more that you think."

Vaggie looked at her, amazed at her kindness. "I…I didn't realize you guys cared."

"Well…I do, anyway. My dad…he's…been going through some shit…especially after Mom left."

Vaggie sensed that this was clearly a tough subject for her. "Oh…I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine.", Charlie replied, holding back tears. "It was a few years ago…it's not like…it's making me question the very idea of love or anything…haha…"

Charlie was silent a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, I, uh…I don't know what came over me there. I don't usually get this personal when I meet someone."

"It's fine. I…I don't mind, actually."

After a moment, Charlie asked, "Oh yeah, um, I probably should've asked this earlier, but…do you have any place to go?"

"No."

"Okay. How about I take you back to my place? At least for tonight. It isn't much, but…it's better than staying out here."

Vaggie blushed a little at this. "Uh…sure."

Charlie smiled and helped her back to her place.