Alastor the Angel of wrath au

vaggie deal with alastor

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Vaggie's sharp eyes narrowed as she watched Alastor saunter into the Hazbin Hotel, his signature smirk firmly in place. She knew him, knew his tricks and his reputation. The Angel of Wrath, feared throughout Heaven and Hell for his ruthless tactics and manipulative ways.

Vaggie's grip on her sword tightened, her mind racing with memories of her time as an Exorcist. She had worked alongside Alastor, had seen firsthand the destruction he left in his wake. And now, he was here, in Charlie's hotel, whispering in her ear and pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Vaggie's protective instincts flared, her temper simmering just below the surface. She didn't trust Alastor, not one bit. She knew he had an angle, a hidden motive for his involvement with Charlie and the Hazbin Hotel.

"Alastor," Vaggie said, her voice firm but controlled. "What are you doing here?"

Alastor's grin widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just lending a hand, Vaggie. Helping Charlie with her little project."

Vaggie's eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you. You're using her for something, Alastor. And I won't let that happen."

Alastor chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Oh, Vaggie. Always so quick to assume the worst. But I assure you, my intentions are pure... for once." Then
Alastor smile bigger " you don't want charile or anything else here know that you a Angel that use to kill her people now do you"

Vaggie's expression faltered, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. Alastor's words struck a nerve, threatening to expose her deepest secret. She had kept her past as an Exorcist hidden, even from Charlie, knowing that her history of killing demons would put a strain on their relationship.

"You wouldn't dare," Vaggie hissed, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Alastor's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, but I would. You see, Vaggie, I have a lot of secrets, and I'm not afraid to use them. You want to keep your little secret safe? Then play nice with me."

Vaggie's face twisted in a snarl, her temper getting the better of her. She knew Alastor was bluffing, but she couldn't risk him exposing her truth. Not now, not when she had finally found a sense of belonging with Charlie and the Hazbin Hotel.

"Fine," Vaggie spat, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want, Alastor?"

Alastor's grin faltered, his expression turning serious. "I want to help Charlie, Vaggie. And I think we can work together to make that happen."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What makes you think I'd ever trust you?"

Alastor shrugged. "I don't expect you to. But I think we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. For now, let's just say... I have your back, Vaggie."

Vaggie's eyes narrowed, unsure if she could believe Alastor's words. But something in his tone made her hesitate, made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

"What do you want in return?" Vaggie asked, her voice cautious.

Alastor's smile returned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think we can come up with something... creative. Let's just say, I want to be a part of Charlie's life, Vaggie. And I want you to help me make that happen."

Vaggie's grip on her sword tightened, her mind racing with possibilities. She didn't trust Alastor, but she couldn't deny the spark of curiosity that had ignited within her.

"Fine," Vaggie said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll play along. But if you betray us, Alastor... if you hurt Charlie..."

Alastor's grin grew wider, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Oh, Vaggie. I'm shaking in my boots."

The unlikely alliance was formed, with Vaggie and Alastor agreeing to work together to help Charlie achieve her dreams. But as they shook hands, sealing their deal, Vaggie couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a pact with the devil himself.