Hazbin and Helluva Shorts II

Bombshell

Cherri Dust sat atop a building, reminiscing about her days of waging turf wars. As much as she missed it, warfare wasn't a sustainable lifestyle, even in Hell. Not only that, but even a demon's body had its limits. But that didn't mean she left that life behind. Now she crafted and sold custom explosives. It was pretty fun, which was a delightful surprise. Not to mention, business was always good. There were some questionable customers. But it wasn't Cherri's place to scrutinize them. As long as they brought in money and she got to make charges, she didn't care. And she was the best demolitions expert in Pentagram City. If any demon wanted results, she was the one to go to. Many appreciated her expertise and even referred her to others. She was living it up in the afterlife. On occasion, Cherri had toyed with the idea of dancing onto the battlefields again. Maybe she would. The rush was exhilarating and the only thing that drove her forward. If she was honest with herself, teaming up with friends for a few wars wasn't a bad idea. With a grin, she pulled out her phone and dialed everyone up. She was back in business.