Hazbin and Helluva Shorts II

AngelBomb

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb had been living together for a few months. And they were still stirring up chaos all over Pentagram City. From turf wars that were covered on 666 News to blowing up places for fun, there was never a dull day and night for them. Most of their dates started with a nice dinner and maybe even a movie. And ended with blood on their gloves and a pile of corpses at their boots. Rather than see it as murder, they chose to think of it as helping out the overpopulation problem in Hell. Not that they cared, but it was a convenient excuse. Angel and Cherri made one deadly couple. And like any sane and respectable demon, they always chose violence first and asked questions later.

Angel never left home without his favorite firearms and ammo tucked into his boots. There was nothing like the sound of gunfire ripping through flesh. It was pure music to his ears. Alternatively, he didn't mind busting out his nail bat to hit some home runs with heads. And likewise, Cherri was always equipped with miniature bombs. She hid them in her long hair and kept a detonator in her boots. She was also a demon who loved to dance and rocked hip-hop and breakdancing. Every move sent bombs flying. The sounds of screaming made excellent dance music. Which was why she always had a mini boombox as well.

These two were well known, especially by demons who frequently engaged in turf wars. Once word got out, Angel and Cherri were never far away. They showed up whether they took one of their cars or jumped across rooftops. Sometimes they sat on the car's hood and watched the chaos with drinks. Other times they jumped into the fray with bombs and guns. It depended on their mood. Either way, some demon died pretty quickly.