(Hazbin Hotel) Book 2: The Radio Family, Welcome to Hell!

Chapter 346: 🎶 "Hell's Coming With Me!" 🎶

Michael sighs softly as he slowly stands with his baby brother in his arms. Lucifer was unwilling to break their hug and Micah chuckled softly as he patted his back.

Charlie was smiling at them when the door casually opened to Azrael leaning against the doorframe with a fond smile over seeing Lucifer's horns.

"Bout time." He sauntered over and ruffled Lucifer's hair before gently tapping Lucifer's left horn. "I've been missing those."

Lucifer blushed and hide his face in Michael's shoulder. "Shut up Zaz."

Michael smiled broadly at Azrael who also shared his sentiments with a fond expression.

Azrael's eyes softened. "You feeling okay Michi, Micah? I know that couldn't have been an easy conversation for you?"

"We're fine Zaz. You worry to much little brother."

"Well it's kinda my job to worry over you Heathens, and yes you're included in that Micah."

Charlie grinned and spoke. "So now that this is all taken care of, what do you wanna do today Uncle Michael?"

Michael hummed in speculation before lingering on his brother's horn and smiled. "I've got something in mind. Follow me."

He left the room shortly thereafter only to pop his head back into the room with a deadpanned expression.

"You coming or not?"

Azrael snickered and patted Charlie's shoulder before steering Lucifer out the door by his shoulders.

Of course Azrael knew where Michael was headed.

The music room...

Michael sat on a wooden stool with a guitar in his hands. A hoard of other instruments were floating in the air around him.

"They all laughed as he turned around slow
They said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore
You just might as well goooo...
He wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees
He said, I'll be back when you least expect it
And hell's coming with me
Hell's coming with me."

His fingers moved along the strings and thought of Dread Keep as he played.

"There is a hill at the bottom of the valley
Where all the poor souls go when they die
And if you listen real close
You can hear em' like a ghost
Saying you're never gonna make it out alive."

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"There is a town at the bottom of that hill
They got a secret that they keep like a slave
They got a black magic preacher (ooh)
We'd do well to let him teach her
You'll be heading up that hill to the grave!"

"And it is well, with my soul
You line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor
And on your way down to hell, you hear me ring that bell
I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul!"

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"There was a drifter passing through that little valley
See he had promised he was coming back to town (coming back to town)
They didn't know him by his face, or by the gun around his waist (ooh)
But he come back to burn that town to the ground
First there was fire, then there was smoke
Then that preacher man was hangin' by a rope
Then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter
Begged him please, as he raised his fist before he spoke!"