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...
The Crew of Rasim's ship had manifested in Hell in a rather unconventional manner. Especially considering they appeared inside of Lucifer's meeting room of the clock tower with Frederick Von Eldritch.
Of course they immediately felt the lack of a connection to Rasim's soul and the lack of his presence as a whole. It was like a deep gash had ripped them all open to bleed out from the hollow emptiness in the middle of their chests.
Imaad immediately sensed something was wrong when he saw the sudden horrified look passing over the white suited demon (who clearly has an affinity for apples) currently seated in the chair at the head of the table while the other green clad demon looked confused.
Farouk had also noticed that look passing over the white suited demon and had Lucifer pinned down to his own chair with his hands slamming into the armrests and a single look at Farouk's face being enough to threaten him into silence.
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"Where is he?"
Frederick Von Eldritch immediately stood.
"Release King Lucifer At Once You Unruly Simpleton!"
Frederick was silenced by the looks of clarity in the eyes of these demons primarily the gaze of the lion demon, and the haunting threat held within the eyes of the one who was currently pinning Lucifer to his own chair.
Farouk spoke with tears in his eyes when all he saw was empathy in Lucifer's. He was shaking as the gash in their hearts over Rasim's absence grew deeper and more jagged.
The tears fell. "Where is Rasim?" He pulled out his own sword and threatened to unsheath the blade from the scabbard. "Where Is He You Unholy Snake Of Hell? ANSWER ME!!!"
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A sudden gloved hand rested on his and his eyes shifted as a gorgeous demoness spoke to him with those silver eyes flashing dangerously. "Farouk, release my husband. I promise we'll tell you everything."
Farouk was always the brash one in their little group. The over emotional bullheaded soul that Rasim viewed as his own brother. The runaway adventurous second son of the third cousin to the Sultan. The disowned child that failed to conform to his title but sought freedom among his citizens. A prince who managed to stumble upon Rasim in a bazaar and had been saved from death and welcomed to become a part of his crew. He accepted that life wholeheartedly and his brotherhood with Rasim grew into a family bond with the rest of their ragtag crew...
