Vaggie

(Third Person POV)

James ran up to Vaggie and started to inspect her wounds; she had her rings ripped with golden blood still flowing out with her eye being torn out of its socket and on the ground. She wasn't breathing, and James saw her heart barely beating.

He picked up Vaggie in a princess carry and started to run to the hotel, pumping cursed energy into Vaggie while he ran. 'The Reverse Cursed Technique is just mashing cursed energy together, right?' Thoughts raced in his mind, trying to use anything in his arsenal to save Vaggie.

'System, can you spin for me?

[Host, you do not have any tickets.]

'... Can you make an exception?' He thought panically, instinctually pumping even more cursed energy into Vaggie.

[...]

The system went silent, further fueling James' anxiety, before the system piped up again; this time a voice came from the box, neither feminine nor masculine, yet very tired.

[𝔯o҉𝔩l҉𝔦n҉𝔤… ow.]

But before James could speak up and ask about the system's change of tone and the gaining of a voice in general, the product of the roll appeared in front of him and shocked him to his very core.

[Gained companion: Allied Mastercomputer]

Seeing his "reward," James stopped in his tracks and stared with dread at the system. "Allied Mastercomputer? System, surely you don't mean the computer that tortured 5 humans for hundreds of years because they could only feel hatred for the human race, right? And you didn't give it to me, a HUMAN, RIGHT?

[Don't worry, Host… I made sure that I obtained a copy of him right as he was being made and gave him emotions other than hate while crediting you as the one who did it.

A small frown appeared on James' face as he started to run again, negative thoughts swirling in his mind, his cursed energy surging through Vaggie subconsciously. 'Okay, fine, where is AM at this moment? He didn't just appear in front of me.'

[AM is currently in a subspace that you can only bring things out of. Once AM is out, he stays out.

James sighed again as he saw the hotel, only a mile away from him, but before he could continue running, he felt Vaggie stir in his hands, and for the first time since he picked her up, he looked down.

Vaggie's previously cold grey skin regained its healthy coloring; her long silver hair, which she once had, was inversely more grey than silver and had black tips. But the most obvious change was her eyes and wings.

Her wings that were cut off had regrown back; instead of the ashen coloring they once had, her left was a deep black, almost sucking in the light around them. The right wing wasn't visible to the naked eye, but with James' six eyes, he could see her wing being a light blue like his domain amplification.

Her eye, on the other hand, had grown back, and instead of its light red sclera (AN: the white part of your eye) with yellow irises, it had transformed into something reminiscent of his six eyes. Her irises became a dark blue while her sclera went back to a normal white.

But the thing that had surprised James the most was that, unlike any other person in this place, Vaggie had started to produce her own cursed energy.

He stares intensely at Vaggie, trying to see if it's just a fluke, but to his surprise, it wasn't; Vaggie had truly become the second-ever being to produce cursed energy in this universe.

Unaware of the implications this held, he simply kept running while worrying about his new summon, yet a certain something alerted his instincts; he immediately jumped to the left, narrowly avoiding a tentacle coming up, sharp enough to pierce a building made of pure steel.

"Finally, I found you, you damn miscreant." A familiar voice echoed as James looked behind him to see Alastor, his suit damaged and cut up in multiple places, his body being covered in multiple lacerations and bruises, and his smile being a murderous one, paired with his eyes full of vengeance.

"Listen, you damn old fart, I don't have the time nor energy to deal with you throwing a temper tantrum that you got defeated. You can either walk away or you can turn into Ala/stor real quick, so choose an option." James said, annoyed, as Alastor had interrupted him.

Alastor stared befuddled at him before devolving into maniacal chuckling. "Do you really think I would throw away this opportunity? To kill the man who humiliated me for MILLIONS to see!? I'll show you why all of hell fears the Radio Demon."

As Alastor was talking, James sighed and put Vaggie into a fireman's carry, her long and thick legs being held with one arm on the front while her torso and head were hanging off his back, totally not holding back from looking at her fat, perky ass.

'From what I remember, cleave is for living beings and scales with the target's durability at will with what the user wants, while dismantle is a fixed amount of cursed energy for inanimate targets.' James thought as he simply pointed at Alastor with one hand and swiped his finger to the side.

"Cleave"

Before Alastor could react, his chest was split open, his organs covered in dark magic and voodoo symbols spilled out of his chest as he stared at his legs still standing out from the ground.

"Lay down there weak, Alastor, you were ass; never come in my sight again." James said, as he started his trek back to the hotel, leaving Alastor bleeding out on the ground of hell, doomed to respawn knowing that he couldn't do anything but swallow his defeat.

Soon enough, James was tapping the door of the hotel where Charlie opened the door with happiness on her face from thinking someone had wanted to check out of her hotel, but quickly fell into a frown, seeing the unconscious woman who was in James' arms.

"James, what the hell—" Charlie got interrupted by James moving past her and laying Vaggie on a couch. "No time to explain, Charlie, barely alive woman here; can you do anything about her?"

Charlie clicks her tongue. "I'll see what I can do," she says as she approaches Vaggie, her hand lighting up with a yellow aura. But before she could lay a hand on her, Vaggie's eyes shot open, and she rolled off the couch and into a fighting stance.

"Who are you two, and where am I?" She questioned, "Damn, not a 'hello, or 'thank you for saving my life"?" James questioned as he held out his hand for a handshake. "You're safe now; welcome to the Hazbin Hotel."

- Heaven -

Meanwhile, in Heaven, Sera sat in her office doing menial paperwork, signing off on Adam's concerts and trying to find a way to relegate the new influx of human souls.

In her peripheral vision, she saw a large brown book shaking and glowing a brilliant gold. "Again?" She questioned as she quickly got up and opened the book, flipping through its deceptively small amount of pages for the extraordinary information it possessed. She eventually flipped to a page where the new Vaggie stood with her new title as the heading.

Vaggie, The Cursed Angel

(Hey guys I got three questions for y'all )

(1. Should I make AM a femboy?

(2. Are y'all enjoying these small daily chapters or should I go back to inconsistent long ones?)

(3. Would y'all be okay with a time skip?)

(Anyway, shamles plug: Ko-fi.com/mrlegantrop, and have a good day)