Charlie's Utter Depravity: The Cuddle Moth Cometh

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #192
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>Vaggie smiled
>Then frowned
>She tilted her head to another angle and tried a slightly different smile, less toothy
>Examining herself in the mirror, she couldn't quite figure out what the big deal was
>Why did Charlie's winning smile and sunny (not to mention increasingly affectionate as of late) disposition seem to be all it took to reduce even the most wicked of souls to a quaking wreck?
>She ran a velvet gloved hand through her hair and smiled again, trying to emulate that certain something that gave her lover's grin its characteristic warmth.
>She spread her arms out, open for a hug
>She knew she had a bit of a temper, and could be a bite spiteful at times
>But right now, the moth demon smiling back at from within the mirror seemed to her to be the very picture of gentle, harmless love
>What about this could inspire such terror?
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>"Admiring yaself toots? Ain't vanity supposed to be a sin too?"
>Vaggie turned to face Angel Dust, leaning against the frame of her open door.
>"I was just..."
>A thought suddenly came to mind
>She flashed Angel the smile she'd just been practicing
>The sassy smirk he usually wore faltered, his eyes widening slightly
>"It's funny, I was actually just thinking about you."
>She strolled across the carpet, still beaming
>Angel began to look increasingly nervous
>"I know I can be a little short with you."
>"'Can be'? You're short all the time!"
>Angel laughed, forced and clearly fake
>Vaggie followed suit, wholly genuine. She was within arm's reach now.
>"Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know you're trying, and it can't be easy."
>Angel's eyes began darting around in fearful confusion.
>"Eh, I-I"
>Vaggie smiled wider, baring just a bit of fang.
>"Forgive me?"
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>Angel had barely stuttered out an answer in the affirmative before the petite moth demon seized him
>She pulled him into a tight hug, face buried in his fluff
>He was genuinely pleasant to hold, even as she could feel him trembling
>As the hug lingered on, she began to stroke his back and nuzzle her cheek against him
>She felt, not just heard, him whimper
>The spider demon was twice her size
>Decades older
>Known to revel in violence, often under the hold of one intoxicant or several

>He was nothing more than a little lamb, cornered by the wolf

>Vaggie loosened her grip, but just as Angel began to think the worst was over she decided to deliver one final cut
>She slid one of her hands down to his and entwined their fingers
>With the other she gently, ever so gently, pulled him down to rest his forehead against hers
>No force was necessary, his strength had quite left him
>"You know..."
>She poured another layer of honey into her voice
>"...you're a great hugger"
>With that, Vaggie finally released the traumatized demon
>Angel slumped against the wall, knees shaking. She left him where he was and strolled off down the hall, a dainty bounce in her step.
>She could get used to this