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In the Hazbin Hotel (formerly known as the Happy Hotel), there was a fallen angel named Emily. She was currently in her room, curled up in pain. Her wings simply ached ever since she fell, and the urge to regress because of the pain was strong. But, what would the others think? Her sister, Sera Seraphim, supported her regression in Heaven. But, what about in hell? She knew Hell probably wasn't very familiar with the concept, but she needed some form of comfort...
Vaggie had just finished her duties in the hotel, which was run by her girlfriend Charlie. She was wandering through the hotel, when she heard strange noises from Emily's room. She opened the door, and found a sight she didn't expect. Emily was playing with little, handmade toys. She looked tired, and in pain though. Vaggie knew how she felt, with the chronic wing pain. And the regression too. Vaggie walked up to Emily, and offered to play with her.
In an hour or so, Emily's wings ached so much she couldn't ignore it. She was curled up in her bed, Vaggie sitting next to her, carefully massaging the dark feathers. Emily eventually slept peacefully with a pacifier in her mouth, and Vaggie soon left. However, there was a note left in Vaggie's office the next day. It was a heartfelt thank you note from Emily, promising she'd repay the favor. There was even a small clay figure attached to it. Vaggie smiled as she placed the figure on her desk and the note in a drawer where it would be safe.