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...
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"I suggest you heed to his wise words of warning and tell us everything you've "observed" during that little conversation with Mammon." Azrael's golden eyes glowed. "And I suggest you start talking—RightNow."
Mariya scoffed as she stood up and dusted off her bodysuit. "Fine," she pointed to Azrael with a critical gaze, "but keep that conversation barrier up."
Azrael crossed his arms over his chest and stood in a laidback posture.
"Heh, like I'd drop it?!" ———————————————————————
Four days ago...Greed—Mammon's palace.
Boom!———Boom!——Boom!—Boom!
The ceiling was shaking with each booming sound. Mammon snarled over the headache growing as the plaster was slowly crumbling off the walls and ceiling of his circus tent themed throne room.
Mammon turned towards the nearest Imp servant that was in his peripheral vision and threw his drinking chalice at the poor Hellborn. "I Thought I Told You To Get Someone Out There To Silence Whoever The 🤬's Causing That Racket?!"
"A-About that Master Mammon...you see we did but..."
BOOMMMMMM!
The plaster on the ceiling and walls crumbled to the tile floor as the recently fixed hole in the ceiling was reopened for the third time now.
"OH WHAT IS IT NOW?"
A demoness jumped down into the palace and her chemicals slowly wafted into the expansive room.
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"Next Time Tell Your Servants To Open The 🤬 Door If You Don't Want Another Three Months Of Remodeling!"
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