A few weeks later on a Sunday, the end of the second week of October...Azrael was standing on the steeple of Big Ben, singing.
"...At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping..."
He watched the entire city of London with an empty gaze.
"...Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way
Save the nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping..."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
He placed his mask over his face before jumping off the steeple and went to work.
"...Singing la lalalalala la la
And the night over London lay..."
He reaped souls in a speed that was unmatched by his siblings, except for God.
"...So we rode down to the river, where the toiling ghosts spring
For their curses to be broken..."
He severed every thread while also freeing the rather stubborn souls from lingering as ghosts within the land of the living.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"...We'd go underneath the arches, where the witches are in the saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean..."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
He's flying over the ocean with an emotionless gaze he bids his respects to those who died in a watery grave.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
YOU ARE READING
(Hazbin Hotel) Book 2: The Radio Family, Welcome to Hell!
FanfictionThis 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...
