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

Chapter 182: Is it fair, or is it fate? No one knows.

"Oh my God...it's Rasim."

A sonic boom sounded as the entire Hotel shook like it was under the stress of a magnitude 9.9 earthquake! Then it stopped.

The ringing in their ears faded but Amos noticed Rasim was shaking and breaking out into a cold sweat.

Amos looked spoke up. "What was—?"

"Where is he?" Everyone immediately turned towards the lobby entrance in fear only to see the Archangel of Death standing there in a disheveled manner. Azrael was panting as if he had been flying as fast as a missile.

Azrael looked around and immediately saw Amos holding Rasim's unconsious body. Azrael immediately put up his sickles and ran over. He slides onto his knees at the last moment and everyone watched how his hands were hovering in a shaking apprehension over Rasim's body. Azrael gulped and lifted his head to stare Amos down before closing his eyes, steeling his resolve, and taking Rasim into his arms. Rasim's shaking subsided instantly as he sighed in relief over the cold Azrael emanated.

Amos was in shock as Azrael grumbled in irritation. "Crabapples Xander...I'm not sure if I'm emotionally ready for this Hellish fiasco right now..."

Azrael sighed, stood up, and carried Rasim in his arms towards the room Xander had crafted for him. He already knew the room number. The others hastily followed him. Once he opened the door everyone's eyes widened.

Angel Dust's eyes bulged in shock. "Wowza what the heck happened in here? Did Xander do this?"

Azrael spoke. "Yes. He did. This was Rasim's apartment within Dread Keeps Headquarters. I'm...honestly surprised he made the effort to take everything and configure the Hotel room to meet its accommodations?"

Charlie smiled. "I think it's sweet of him. Besides I can understand why he did it, this mini apartment is beautiful!"

Amos walked in and immediately pulled down the daybed futon couch into a full sized mattress and got to work making the bed comfortable for Rasim. Azrael acknowledged how familiar Amos was with the place and smiled as he remembered the friendship Amos had created with Rasim prior to his own freedom from Dread Keep. Azrael gently placed Rasim on the bed and tucked him in. He then knelt down and rested his head against his clasped hands and sighed as Amos stood vigil on the opposite side of the bed.

The flying eyeballs Raz and Daz were perched on Azrael's shoulders. "Raz, go get LuLu and Lilith. Daz...I'm letting you get Miruku. You're the more subdued of the two. Be gentle with her. I suspect her to come running in here regardless of how you tell her...I just don't know if I'll be able to tell her without looking like I'm two seconds away from a stress induced panic attack."

Raz and Daz garbled and chirped on his shoulders and rubbed their closed eyeballed faces against his cheekbones before heading out the conveniently opened window to do their duties.

Azrael sighed heavily and whispered.

"Everyone...be here for Miruku, I don't think this reunion will go as well as we hope. He's not like Amos. The longer the soul remains under Draegan's control the more warped the mind is regarding their own past. I...I haven't told Miruku this but...Rasim has suffered from nightmares of his death and has been plagued by broken memories of his life with her. Memories that are blurred and have left him in a state of denialism towards his own feelings. He will most likely remember nothing from his past beyond his own name, the fact he's bilingual, and his demonic abilities being a literal mirage on the senses. Like with Amos anything about Dread Keep will be locked away from him. He's going to be a lot to deal with from a mentally therapeutic standpoint. But from an emotional standpoint...it's going to be hell for Miruku. So please...be here for her when her heart ultimately breaks again because I can't guarantee that I'll be emotionally able to comfort her right now."