Hazbin Hotel is Vizipop's creation. I only own my OC the Doe-Eyed Killer Josephine Grace, and any not canon characters, nothing else! Nor do I own the artwork you will see within this story all rights go to the artists!
Also a few villains, one mor...
The moment Alastor stepped out of the limousine his grin turned malicious. He turned on his microphone and started broadcasting his carnage throughout Hell, but not within Mammon's palace.
He raised his hand and whistles a lovely little tune as he summoned Cthulhu Jr. to wreck havoc on the currency minting corporation.
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"Go Play My Baby Make Papa Proud! Destroy It All For What Mammon Did To Me!"
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As Cthulhu Jr.'s tentacles crashed through buildings and exploded the boiler rooms, sending rubble sky-high, Alastor was laughing and dancing around the falling debris. Then he sent Cthulhu Jr. out onto the rest of Greed to destroy the targeted buildings that Mammon needed in order to make a profit from.
Husk was impressed and slightly intimidated by the malicious grin on Alastor's face.
He realized that this was the Al he never got to see in life...the hated—sadistic—serial killer of the Louisiana Bayou. It'sa shame that the good people of New Orleans never realized how much Al risked to protect them from people like that sleazy cunning Valentino, and the greedy volatile bastards like Mammon.
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Alastor continued to dance and whistled to the tune of his favorite song.
