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...
Abigail and Amos were slowly growing closer as he listened to all the stories of his son's existence in Hell.
She wasn't jumpy or shaking as much within his presence now.
The mayhem was still going on but it was not as intense now after Lucifer created a rational plan for conserving money for the essential services and business. Everything else was pretty much shutdown or using the old fashioned bartering system.
So yeah Valentino was pissed off! He couldn't do anything to gain blackmail on the Williams family with Amos Williams around. That Wendigo has the nose of a bloodhound and would smell the lingering cigarette smoke on the clothes of Valentino's subordinates from three blocks away.
He'd wait and after the little spies got a few feet away from the hotel he would open the hotel doors and storm his way outside with an unholy grin on his rotting undead looking face. That always had the demons running from the hotel in fear of their lives.
Amos would slam the doors shut while muttering about. "That 🤬 Cockroach..."
Angel Dust wasn't going into work because there wasn't any point with the economic shutdown and he's 🤬 terrified of Valentino's anger. He was still in shock over how Amos had managed to draw blood against his boss! Especially to the point of regeneration from what would've been a fatal wound if they weren't demons of Hell!
Safe to say Amos Williams was his favorite demon within this hotel.
Today was no different from all the other days of being shut ins...
In was late afternoon early evening and Alastor was cooking and humming a jolly tune. Until he heard the rustling of a cookie jar. A record scratched and the music died.
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Josephine strolled in and took the cookie jar from Angel Dust and walked out of the kitchen munching on the cookies.
Angel Dust blinked in shock and then realized Alastor never said a word against her cookie jar theft. "Heyyyyy what about her aren't you going to correct her for eating cookies?"
"No, she's starting on her second month now and she's early with the food cravings. So if she's craving cookies you had better get her those cookies. Lord knows you never get between a Louisiana Black Bear and it's food."
He turned his head around with a crack of his neck and continued stirring their dinner. It was an Italian dish that Angel Dust taught to his mother who ultimately taught it to him. It was a shrimp linguine pasta with Alfredo sauce and fresh herbs. Amos suddenly walked in with his eyes closed and nose up to the air. It was as if he were in a trance as he smelled the scent of the sauce. "Is that shrimp linguine?"
"Yes Papa it is, and no you can't steal all the shrimp, I know how much you love shrimp."
"Oh darn...by the way you know Josephine has an entire cookie jar in her arms?"
