Harmony Dust's Life With The Hazbins

Working For Valentino

Harmony walked into Val's office once again covered in blood.

"Another one trying to get in your skirt sweetheart?" Val smirked.

"What do you think?" Harmony growled as she tossed him the money that was on the dead body. "You can keep his crappy car."

"Is this all?" Val asked as he gathered the money.

"I already took my cut." Harmony answered.

"You don't get to do that."

"The hell I don't." Harmony snapped back with her hair flaming up. "I don't trust a piece of trash like you, I am cursed to always tell the truth so I will always take the amount we agreed on and keep my part of the deal. So no matter how much thousand dollar perfume you put on you're still shitty scum that no one will give a damn about if you were erased."

Val stood up as tall as he could, even though he was almost three times the size of Harmony she just looked at him bored. "You ungrateful little..."

"Watch it ya ugly purple slut." Harmony growled. "We might have a deal but you're forgetting one important detail, I don't feel pain, I can't be harmed in any way physically. You on the other hand can be ripped apart by me, burned to nothing but ash or just planned insulted for as long as I want. Our deal was I bring in your damn money by being these lowlifes stress reliever or let them drool all over my literally smoking hot body, and listen to me sing and in return you free my mom from your damn sick, sweaty hands. As long as I'm doing my part of the deal and don't tell my radio daddy who you know can beat your ass and not in the fun way you enjoy that we have a deal. I'll never forget what you did." Harmony's hair and skin started turning red and her teeth became sharp fangs. "You raped my mom."

Val of course pretended he wasn't scared and tried shrugging it off. "The little slut enjoyed it, and you're just like him. Talks big but will be crying to me after you see just how powerful I am."

"You're right, I do have a lot in common with my mom, but there is one thing we don't have in common."

"And what might that be?"

"I'm not afraid of you."