(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer

Chapter 92: The Golden Clover

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At Porn Studios...

Vox groaned as he finally managed to piece himself back together again only for his face to crack for the fifteenth time.

"Damn! That stupid 🤬 Smiling Freak and His Bitch of a wife!"

He stood up from his chair and grabbed for tape.

Velvet instantly saw an image of Vox in her mind and wanted to take a picture and post it on her phone but screeched in frustration.

"Grahhh Those Bastards Broke My Phone! This thing cost a lot of money! How am I going to update my social media now?!"

Valentino was seething in rage. "Never have I ever been beaten by a bunch of 🤬 nobody's! I swear if I see Angel Dust again I'll—!"

*Click*

They hear the clicking of a lighter and all of them turned to look at someone sitting in Vox's chair with his legs on the table. He clicked the lighter on and lit his cigarette before putting his lighter away. He breathed in and blows out some smoke.

"Well it certainly sounds like one heck of a showdown happened here, and by the looks of it you three weren't so lucky."

The sly swindler pulled out a coin and flips the coin in the air as he smokes his cigarette before catching it heads up.

Velvet looked unamused. "Who's this guy?

Vox spoke. "Roland Clover. a notorious Thief and Crime Boss of an organization called the Golden Clovers."

"I prefer to call myself a Businessman than a Crime Boss. As for the Thief part I'd say I'm just more "luckier" then some people. After all I liberated my own soul from Lucifer's own garden. And to this day the old asshat is stewing over it."

Roland chuckles as he still flips his coin into the air and smokes his cigarette.

"You stole your own soul from Lucifer's garden? How?"

Roland smirked. "Simple," a portal appear in front of him and Valentino. He stuck his hand through it and stole Valentino's hat before both portals closed. "I steal you blind because I was never really there." He tossed Valentino's hat back.

Valentino's eyes and teeth glowed. "How did you get in here?"

Roland scoffed. "Oh please. I'm a professional. Seriously as if I don't know how to pick a 🤬 lock? Also, to clarify theirs a rather convenient hole in the roof. Although just saying you probably need better security. I mean wow talk about sloppy management boys. Very sloppy."

Valentino and Vox both growl.

"Wowwwe easy now. I didn't come here to start trouble and by the looks of things I think you three had enough."

Vox spoke. "Then why are you here?"

Roland smirked. "I came here to give you all a little deal."

The Three V's laugh.

Valentino grinned wickedly. "You! Making a deal with us. Bwhahahaha!"

Vox glitches throughout his laughter. "You must be crazy." A small piece of his face breaks off. "...Dammit."

Velvet was clutching her side. "I would so tweet about if only my phone wasn't broken."

Roland rolled his eyes. "Yes. Ha-Ha. It's soooo funny, but I think you should take the deal."

Valentino scoffed. "And why is that?"

Roland smirked. "You see my business partner has taken notice of your little problem and is willing to lend you aid, for a price."

"What price?"

"Simply being you don't challenge the Williams family again to a all out duel. Believe it or not those TV sitcoms are the only thing worthy of his sister's time and entertainment besides torturing her victims and driving her brother crazy."

Vox was hesitant. "And who exactly is this Business partner of yours?"

Roland smiles and flips a coin in the air before catching it.

"Draegan Dread..."

Vox glitched and Valentino actually paled. Velvet blinked curiously. "Who?"

Vox spoke. "Draegan Dread, the only Hellborn that came close to overthrowing Lilith and actually managed to severely wound Lucifer."

Roland chuckled. "He almost succeeded in crushing that fallen angels heart during their legendary battle for the throne of Hell, had their pet snake not intervened."

"Seriously, and this guy wants our help?"

"More like you'll be keeping us posted on the goings on within the Ring of Pride. Be our eyes on the inside as it were."

"What's in it for us?"

"A Hell without Voodoo Mages...Draegan and his cynical sister despise their kind more than you do Valentino, trust me on that, he wants them double-dead. However he's smart enough to know what patience is. He's had eons to plan and replan...give us four years of Intel that we can actually use and I can make sure that when they overthrow Hell's Monarchy, that you'll still have a place in it's ranks."

The Three V's shared glances and grinned maliciously.

"A Hell without Voodoo Mages, you've got yourself a Deal."