HAZBIN HOTEL

Valentine was an 8-year-old girl with an infectious spirit and a bright smile that could light up any room. With her boundless energy and imaginative play, she brought joy to everyone around her. Whether it was organizing fun games for her friends or creating unique art projects, she had a natural talent for making ordinary days feel special.

Her laughter was contagious, and her kindness was evident in the way she treated others—always ready to lend a helping hand or share her toys with those in need. Valentine loved animals and often dreamt of becoming a veterinarian. She spent hours caring for her pets and learning about wildlife, showcasing her gentle heart and nurturing nature.

Valentine also had a passion for storytelling. She often gathered her friends and family to share fantastical tales filled with mythical creatures and adventures, captivating her audience with her vivid imagination. She believed that magic existed in everyday life, and her optimistic outlook inspired those around her to see the beauty in the world.

When she was seven, her dad, who was part of the mafia, took her to an abandoned building where she accidentally shot him while playing with his gun. But let's not talk about that.

Unfortunately, the light she shined was tragically extinguished on Valentine's Day in 2015 due to a malfunction with traffic lights, leading to her death. Her memory, however, continues to shine brightly in the hearts of those who knew and loved her, reminding them to embrace life with the same joy and enthusiasm that she did.

After her death, she was taken to heaven, where she lived and grew for five years until Adam discovered that she had accidentally killed her father and subsequently fell.

She landed near Cannibal Town in Hell, where Rosie found her as a crying mess with pink hair and now red eyes. Rosie raised her as her own, and she grew to be 15 before leaving the town.

While walking, Valentine ran into a tall, spider-like boy with white fur and pink eyes. After introducing herself and apologizing, she found herself engaging in conversation with him and relating to some of the things he had been through. However, when his phone rang, panic flashed across the boy's face, but he quickly returned to his cocky demeanor and said he had to leave to do more important things. She thought it would be good to let him go.

Valentine stood there momentarily, watching the spider-like boy as he hurried away, a mixture of curiosity and concern bubbling inside her. She realized how much she appreciated the rare, fleeting connections she was starting to form in this strange new world. Her experiences in Cannibal Town had taught her the value of companionship, and she hoped to find more friends who could understand her journey. As Valentine continued walking, she marveled at the vibrant landscape of Hell. It was nothing like she had ever imagined; twisted trees in various warm colors loomed overhead, casting playful shadows on the ground. The air crackled with energy, and despite its ominous reputation, there was an element of beauty that resonated with her sense of adventure. With each step, Valentine felt a growing sense of purpose. She wanted to explore, meet others, and learn more about the world she now inhabited. Her heart ached with memories of her past, but she was determined to embrace this second chance at life. After all, she thought, she had always been a beacon of light, and she could be that light for others here in this unconventional place.

A month later, they met again near a hotel where he was storming out, clearly agitated. As she approached him, she couldn't help but notice the tension in his posture and the stormy expression on his face. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes darting around as if he were escaping something.

She noticed a large bruise on his arm, almost resembling a handprint, which filled her with concern. The mark suggested a struggle, making her wonder what had truly happened during their time apart. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words; questions swirled in her mind, but for now, they remained silent, each trapped in their turmoil. He left again and practically ran away. As he walked away, she heard something emerging from the hotel... someone else.

Despite having only met twice, she became very protective of him. He reminded her of an abused dog—always running, yet trying things cautiously out of fear. He often flirted, but there was a vibe about him that suggested he was scared. It seemed as though he flirted with people without truly wanting to date them. This protectiveness caused her to punch a greyish-purple cat demon when he went nearby. He claimed that the princess of hell instructed him to follow Angel, and Valentine permitted it. She then returned home.

The next day, Valentine received a phone call from Angel, inviting her to a hotel. She accepted the invitation because she knew Angel was gay. As she walked over, she ran into Angel again and noticed that the bruise on her arm was worse. However, Valentine chose to ignore it. She entered the hotel, got a room, and decided to stay there casually shipping people like her friend angel and husk the cat demon 

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