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

Chapter 172: "They don't call me the unbreakable mind for nothing Mr. Clover."

Draegan kicked open the door to Demonia's castle and crushed the head of a vampire guard and shattered the halbert of the second guard. He locked eyes with his sister as she sat cross legged on her "throne" with a bottle of Strawberry Dragon Fire Wine in her hand.

"DEMONIA!!!"

"Oh 🤬, it's you." She immediately took a long sip of the alcoholic beverage and spoke with an unmotivated drawl. "What the 🤬 do you want now Draegan?"

"You! I know it was you!"

Demonia blinked and took another sip of from the bottle. "Whatever do you mean dear brother?"

"Don't Play Games With Me You Witch! I know it was you who hired, and ultimately gave that foolish demon the means of acquiring an angelic blessed gun to assassinate Lilith!"

Demonia swirled her drink and muttered. "I was actually going for the brat..."

"I told you to wait, you were the one who gave me four years for them to feel safe and to let their guard down. Four years for me to plan their ultimate downfall. Four years and it only took you FOUR MONTHS to screw that all up! You crazy bitch! You sent a amateur to do a professional's job and it backfired on all of us! Lilith is still alive and you didn't even think of sending that idiot to me to brainwash? He's going to rat you out on that deal the second a pissed off Lucifer enters that dungeon cell! You never think these things through Demonia and that's why you need me!"

"And how the 🤬 would you know she's alive?"

"You're not the only one with eyes in the underground of that 🤬 city."

Roland Clover suddenly appeared through a dandy portal. He smirked as he flipped his coin into the air. "Honestly it's not hard to hack a security camera especially when you have that idiot TV head's phone number conveniently saved on speed dial in your corner pocket. Although...those two Ravens make any surveillance downright impossible! Those twin bat-winged demons are as peculiar as they come and leave me with more questions than answers?"

"I don't care about two demons that haven't felt the desire to make themselves known until now. They're clearly new arrivals and are a nuisance, that's all they are two bloody nuisances. Their apparent connection with the Magne's is but another hurdle to deal with and if I have to hear about them again I'll punch you through a 🤬 wall Roland. Do I make myself clear?"

Roland decided it was best to leave the topic of an Iced Over Building for later...Draegan was not in a good mood and he would obviously uphold that threat.

Draegan turned his attention towards his sister and sneered. "You're lucky that weapon was not made in one of my factories Demonia. Otherwise, I would have seen to it that your head is mounted on my wall you damn leach lover!"

Demonia shattered the wine bottle and stood from her throne with a dangerous fire in her eyes. "Make another threat like that to me again and I will see to it that you're locked away in an Angelic Blessed—Iron Maiden for all eternity you 🤬 whoremonger!"

Draegan's pupils shrunk to pinpricks. "What the 🤬 did you just say about Carmilla?"

"You heard me. It's not my fault that it's the 🤬 truth brother. Although I must say, denial looks great on you."

Draegan's eyes immediately turn deadly as he rolls up his sleeves and shrugs off his tailored jacket from his shoulders to land on the floor without even bothering to fold it for Roland to take back to the Headquarters Building! Roland gulped. *Oh boy he's pissed.* Draegan stalked forwards with a dangerously low tone that had Roland gulping in dread.