Hazbin and Helluva Shorts II

You can't be Saved 5

Georgina was sneaking around town. At this moment, she was watching a café hoping to steal some scrap for Catherine and herself. She carefully watched as the last patrons left. One of them caught her eye. It was a wolflike hellhound. The demon stepped under a streetlight. Now Georgina could see the red and black accents. It was stunning. Then she noticed something else. Despite the demon's clear female body, something didn't sit right. It was almost as if the demon wasn't a real woman. And the baggy pants didn't help.

Georgina grew curious and stepped out of hiding to introduce herself. They chatted while this mysterious demon waited for its ride home. Georgina wondered if they could be friends. She kind of liked this newcomer. It was different. They agreed to meet up for drinks at the café at a later date. The demon went on its way. Georgina rooted through the trash and collected whatever she could for Catherine and herself. That night Georgina dreamed about the new demon. It was so strange. There was something very different about it. And the secret was on another level.

A week passed, and Georgina was waiting outside the café in disguise. Her new friend drove up and parked. It stepped out of its car. Georgina waved. The demon instantly recognized her. They sat down and ordered drinks and snacks. The idle chatting started with how they had fallen into Hell. Of course, many details were left out. They agreed to go into detail in private. After the mysterious demon paid for them, they drove off with the radio turned up. They picked up their conversation about their various hobbies as they roared through Pentagram City.

Georgina dropped the disguise now that she was safe from rightful persecution. She finally relaxed and sat. Her new friend finished the rest of its snacks. They sat in silence. After so long, it was time. Georgina told her story. The demon listened and felt sorry. But it has its own horror. It explained what had happened to it. And it was an ordeal. Georgina was honestly surprised that such a thing had been possible. It stood up for a few seconds to show her proof. Now there was no denying it. And Georgina couldn't help but stare. As rude as it was, the demon understood. It sat back down. Anyone would. But the stare wasn't in disgust. It was curiosity. Georgina immediately accepted her new friend for what it was. And that made it happy. Now she understood the odd feeling she had had when she saw it exiting the café last week.

Naturally, Georgina swore to keep this a secret. It was a freak like herself. She couldn't let her friend suffer like she and Catherine were just for being themselves. Hell was cruel enough. Though for demons like the three of them, it was completely warranted. They were even below Imps, Hellhounds, and the like. It was a sad and pathetic existence. But it served them right. Georgina and the demon talked a bit more before it drove her home. She thought about everything that had happened that day and debated telling Catherine. She knew she would also accept it. She walked in and made the announcement.