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

Chapter 169: 60 seconds with the Archangel of Death

It happened in less than 5 seconds.

"CHARLIE—MOVE!!!"

"Wha—?!!!"

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Gabriel froze in the air and immediately spun around to see Charlie was violently shoved out of the way by her mother. His niece spiraled down towards the ground before regaining her stability only fifteen seconds after they had heard the deafening sound of the gunshot.

He watched in shock as she jolted over her father's frantic scream.

"LILITHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Gabriel immediately grabbed Razzle and Dazzle and shielded their eyes as he hurried over to Charlie. The poor girl blinked in horror as her mother's body suddenly crashed into the pavement with a deafening impact that cracked the asphalt.

Charlie was now in shock. "M-mom?"

Gabriel was at her side in a instant with her little brother's clinging to his legs while her father immediately flew down towards her mother's body like a Bat Out Of Hell.
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The moment the gunshot entered his ears Azrael froze in the air. His wings were outstretched and yet he didn't fall out of the sky over his levitation powers. His pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks.

Faster than the time it took for Charlie to blink her eyes—he was already gone.

Azrael arrived within the abandoned building this pitiful little soul was holed up in, and his anger was rumbling within his angelic psyche like an avalanche that's about two seconds away from decimating an entire mountainside! Azrael walked down the desolate hallway with the tip of his secondary angelic blessed scythe tracing a deep line within the concrete floor.

The entire hallway was icing over in a thick layer of ice. He grabbed the doorknob and the cold temperature of his hand was like touching dry ice. It instantly turned the entire locking mechanism into brittle pieces of metal. He opened the door without making a single sound and silently entered the rundown room. Azrael stood in the doorway and listened to this pathetic demon's cursing as a slowly growing layer of ice was creeping along the floor, ceiling, and walls behind him.

"Oh 🤬 shit! My lovely Lilith got in the way! No that's not what she—or I—wanted at all!"

Azrael's eyes glowed a bright glimmering gold as he looked at the soul in front of him. It only took a split second to glance into this demon's soul and Azrael was already seething in a unbridled fury. This demon is a notorious stalker both in life and in death. He's had twenty restraining orders against him by women all ranging in ages between 18–35 during his previous life.

That perverted sicko...

His current obsession is with none other than Queen Lilith herself.

His obsession with the Queen started shortly after receiving a wink and a smile by the Queen of Hell as she sang on stage during one of her concerts last year in the Ring of Lust. If that's not enough to get Azrael's blood boiling then, well, this guy has just made a grievous error in going after his beloved little niece.

Souls like that—receive no ounce of mercy from him.

Azrael watched as this pathetic little demon put another bullet into the rifle—his keen eyes noticed how this demon was wearing thick high intensity heat resistant gloves while handing the bullet.

Azrael heard the telltale singing of the metal. That's when everything clicked—it's angelic.

The demon smirked darkly as he aimed the barrel of the 'angelic blessed rifle' out of the already shattered window. The demon removed the gloves and looked down the scope of the barrel and saw Charlie as she was being shielded by that blonde bat winged demon. The demon didn't see that black haired demon anywhere close by, but did he stop to worry about that fact—no—no he did not, and that's the moment when his misery actually began.