Hell's Outlaw Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (Charlie x Male Reader)

Chapter 9 - Celebration

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No One's POV

Somewhere in a room laughing and joking can be heard. Six people inside of the room all around a big desk. The one who sits at a desk in the middle of the room is smoking a cigar, the pink smoke circling into the air. All of them seemed to be in some sort of fancy business attire.

"How is the new girl doing, eh Jeremiah?" One of the ones off to the side of the desk.

"Oh Satan, she is going to be absolutely wonderful once she's stops fighting so much. Once she gives in, she'll make one helluva whore, or an amazing killer." They all started laughing.

"I think Valentino will pay even more
money for something as sweet as her ass. I mean who could blame him." Another with green horns and a slender snake like body said.

"Why don't we just make her make the money for us? Do you know how much we could make with a chick that has her body? And one can actually fight?" A girl with a purple fur coat asked.

"Oh please, if we wanted to do that we would just use you!" This caused everyone in the room to go into an uproar of laughter, all except for the girl.

"Fuck you!" She retorted clearly angry, grabbing for what looked like a knife from her coat.

"Alright calm down, calm down. The reason why is because we have a debt to pay to Mr. Valentino. And plus he gives us a small share of the money so it's a win-win," Jeremiah said taking a puff of his cigar, as the girl put the knife back into her coat glaring daggers at the one who made the joke.

They all kept chattering on, the room alive with business and cruel talk alike. Until a new arrival had entered the room. Everyone's eyes and focus shifted towards this stranger when they heard the door shut.

"You know it's pretty odd that you of all people are talking about paying debts Jeremiah," the newcomer said walking slowly towards the desk. Jeremiah had gone wide eyed and began to sweat a bit, the realization of who this was washing over him.

"And who exactly do you think you are?" One with a monocle said in a tone that made him out as a once former sophisticated asshole. This gained the attention of the newcomer as he turned his head and glared at the man. Only his eyes were visible do to him having a bandana covering his lower face. The dangerous aura radiating off of him was one that could almost be grasped by the physical touch.

"Umm, Kegs I don't think you shou-" the girl tried saying but was interrupted.

"Shut up Barbara! I can say whatever I want to this lowlife. Look at him! He's all covered in dirt and his style is just so outdated! Eugh! Like a peasant!"

"Kegs I think you should really watch your tone," Jeremiah said nervously, his eyes never leaving the newcomer for even a second.

"Why should I watch my tone towards a dirty little lowlife, cowboy wanna-" Everyone was silent as Kegs body slumped and against the wall and slid to the ground. With a quick insertion of his gun into his holster,

"Unless y'all wanna end up like him, I suggest you get out. Except you Jeremiah." He said glaring at Jeremiah who began to sweat profusely.

The man turned his head towards the door as he watched everyone hurry out the door, eager to get out of there and not have the wrath of this man brought down upon them. When everyone had left and the door closed, he turned his head back towards Jeremiah, who gulped.

Your POV

"Its funny... how far a mans debts will follow him," I said taking out one of my cigars, "You got some money for me boy?" I asked lighting the cigar.