Hazbin and Helluva Shorts II

Assassin Girlfriend

A few months had passed since Striker had started working as an assassin for hire. Being in Hell meant there were plenty of grudges to bring in business. On this particular day, he was relaxing with no specific plans. He happened upon a typical bloody fight. Usually, he minded his own business and just watched for a minute before moving on. But something made him stop. Or rather, someone. In the middle of the scuffle was a lady Imp. Striker was rarely impressed by others. But this woman was something else. He grinned and aimed. It only took one bullet for each of her opponents. Striker helped her up and introduced himself as he bandaged her wounds. As thanks, she introduced herself and offered to buy him dinner. Her name was Slain. And she was quite the woman. They exchanged contact information, and it was a date.

A week later, Slain picked Striker. She had done everything from the dinner reservations and entertainment afterward. She roared off to Angel Dust's famous Italian restaurant, Hell's Garden. And just because Striker was a demon and assassin didn't mean he couldn't be a gentleman. He was in a simple yet spiffy suit and held the door open for Slain. With a kiss on his cheek and a smirk, she informed the greeter of their reservation. Striker didn't blush easily. But he was now. They got their seats and drinks. Angel himself welcomed them and took their dinner order. Striker and Slain agreed to share a Chicken and Shrimp Carbonara paired with wine.

Striker and Slain got to know one another over dinner. They were from different regions of the Pride Ring and shared a few hobbies. She liked a man who knew what he wanted and went after it. And he was that kinda man. For dessert, the couple settled on Chocolate Brownie Lasagna. To make matters sweeter, Slain agreed to a second date.

By the third date, Striker and Slain were a couple. Not only that, but they partnered up and started living together. He invested in a bigger house not too far away. The old place was converted into a storage place of sorts. He had never thought of settling down. But here he was with a girlfriend living with him and aiding him in completing jobs. With her help, Striker racked in quite the revenue. Slain was equally good at keeping their house in order. Between the two of them, the kill count in the Pride Ring steadily rose. In a way, they were solving the overpopulation issue. But who cared about that? As long as Striker was making a killing by killing, he didn't care. Slain was by his side for every job offer and each assassination.

About half a year passed. If Striker was being honest, he wanted to move forward with Slain. He finally asked her for a serious relationship. She was delighted. They decided to take a break from assassinations to build a stronger foundation for their future. And soon enough, they were engaged and later married. Striker and Slain went on a murder spree for their honeymoon while traveling across the Pride Ring.