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...
Azrael walked down the streets with his invisibility cloak in a the large inside pocket of his long tailed musicians jacket. His disguise was up and his headphones were blasting music.
Charlie wanted to give him and his siblings a special gift one year for her birthday and gifted him an old matching skull themed headphones and iPod.
He loved it!
He sang into the night and allowed his cold chilling powers to work their magic and keep everyone at a distance.
He didn't mind the staring, as long as that's all it was and they didn't try to approach him.
He knew his choir-like voice was odd to the demons that lived in Hell, but Azrael needed to sing. He needed to put his mind at ease.
In a twisted way he found that singing about all the violence he saw helped to settle his mind and come to terms with everything.
Visions of heaven Crash on the floor of anarchy
To remind himself that this is Hell and despite the good hearted souls of a few wayward sinners—it's not going to change.
Visions of heaven Crash on the floor of anarchy
It will always be violent and bloody—such is Hell the place for the Dammed.
Loud voices calling for revenge
A gunshot rang out as Azrael walked by a alleyway as a vengeful demon shot another demon in the skull.
Cold metal triggers on their fingertips
Azrael cut the bullet in half with a slash of his sickle as it soared towards him after it blew the brains out of the demon currently laying on the ground.
The midnight streets are running red
He spun the sickle in his hand like a gunslinger and put it in the holster on his hip and kept on walking. Leaving the cold blooded killer standing there in shock over the fast reflexes and speed of this singing demon.
Bloody City, Bloody City, Bloody City
He bobbed his head as he walked towards a group of rioters who were more than eager to mug him, but with his eyes closed he danced his way out of danger.
Violence and riots Rage on the dawn of misery
He weaved around, jump over, and dove under the rioters attacks before breakdancing and knocking many of them over onto their asses and on top of each other.
Violence and riots Rage on the dawn of misery
He stood up after a masterful breakdancing maneuver and continued walking, leaving many of the rioters staring at him in disbelief.
He neared Porn Studios and felt the frustration of Valentino within that sinful den of debauchery.
Loud voices calling for revenge
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