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...
A lone butterfly flies towards Demonia's Castle with a purpose in it's every wingbeat.
A boy in blue is sitting on one of the many overhanging gargoyles of the Obsidian Glass Castle of Demonia Dread. He waits patiently while staring down into Dread Keep with his unblinking amber eyes aglow with his power.
He's one soul Draegan had actually gifted to his sister. The boy in blue was a mystic like the Night-Sisters and he was told that's why Draegan had gifted him to Demonia.
The boy in blue knew that wasn't the realreason he was shipped off to the Castle of Glass, but he was smart enough to not question the superiors. He was cautious about whatever he learned from his elegant little spies. Only telling those secrets to his Master and no one else. His Master had a cleverly thought out plan and he wasn't got to jeopardize it.
If Hell was to survive this then he had to be cautious.
Xander's recent influence since the year of 1945 is another reminder of his Master's higher intelligence. It's by keeping the Hyena on the side of chaotic neutrality towards them both that saves them from the same treatment of the other's. It's a dangerous game, but a game his Master plays well. In regards to the inhabitants of the Castle of Glass get off lucky with pranks that are more of an aggravation—whereas in Dread Keep it's a 🤬 torment of Hellish proportions.
The butterfly finally made it to it's destination and the boy in blue's staring contest with the city of Dread Keep abruptly ended when he saw the rose and leaf decorations of his cloak turning into the bright luminescent glow.
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He allowed the butterfly to land on his index finger and the images played out within his mind like a roll of film.
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His brows scrunched up in confusion as he muttered over the butterflies frosted wings.
"Strange...someone's tampered with the images?"
He couldn't get the frost off the wings. He stood and slowly turned his eyes towards Pride.
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