This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
Azrael's sleep was a horrific one...it started as a memory. Him descending from Heaven to initiate the 10th Plague of Egypt.
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Except the moment he lands he's not in Egypt anymore...he's in Hell.
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More specifically within the asylum. He crumpled into a kneeling lunge as an oppressive weight bared down upon him as the red threads of fate wrapped around his wrists as he fought with his own failures.
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*Your fault!*
*All your fault!*
*Left us!*
*Abandoned us!*
*Typical Death Angel.*
*Didn't even give us a chance!*
Azrael closed his eyes and shouted in desperation. "No! NO! It wasn't my—It's not my fault!—I..."
*Whatever happened to your fast reflexes?*
*Couldn't save us...*
*Left us for dead!*
*...Just like Hakim...*
Azrael cried and covered his ears. "NO!"
*JUST—LIKE—LUCIFER!!!!!!!!*
Azrael closed his eyes and screamed for his elder brother. "RAGUELLLLLLLLLL!!!!"
