Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Angel's Uprising

It had been years, and Angel Dust had had enough. He was done with the adult entertainment industry. Sure, he was super famous and permanently number one on the charts. But he wanted more than just putting on a skanky show almost every night. He had other skills and talents. There was so much more to him than the pole. However, leaving Porn Studios wasn't easy. Valentino was one of the worst bosses in Hell. And that was saying something. But Angel had a plan to escape. Luckily, he had vacation days stocked up. It was just what he needed to kick off the first phase toward freedom. So, he packed one suitcase and two bags. A limo was waiting in the parking lot of the studio. The Princess of Hell herself was waiting inside. With her was Vaggie, her best friend and right hand. They had started a little something.

Angel made himself comfortable with a bottle of alcohol, and the three got talking. Charlie laid out the foundation for her new project. Her goal was to rehabilitate demons so they could go to Heaven. She had opened a rehab hotel for the denizens of Hell. They could come for help, advice, or just escape it all. Of course, it made Angel laugh. But he wasn't going to pass up free a room and meals. Plus, anywhere in Hell was better than Porn Studios. So, he went along with it for now. And just between him and himself, a small part of him believed he could be redeemed. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone (except his pet pig Fat Nuggets).

Charlie got Angel checked in at the hotel and handed him his room keys. After some food and rest, it was time for a tour from Vaggie. He was noticeably interested in the bar and kitchen. And she noticed. Very few knew this, but he happened to be an excellent cook, especially when it came to Italian cuisine. He also knew how to dress damn well with a new killer outfit every day. There was something for every occasion.

A week passed. Then a few more days. Angel was back at Porn Studios. But this time, he was ready to fight. Thanks to Charlie and her staff, he had solidified the next part of his plan to get the Hell out of there. After the daily performances, he invited his coworkers out for drinks at the hotel on his tab. They sat in one of the meeting rooms, and he laid out his plan. Even if they enjoyed working at Porn Studios, they all hated Valentino. That much was no secret. He was abusive, controlling, and manipulative. If only going against an overlord was easy. Angel presented his closing remarks and patiently waited for it to sink in. Of course, everyone was on his side. Hating Valentino was one of the few things all the employees agreed on. But they couldn't commit to Angel's plans just yet. That was fine. He was asking them to fight an overlord, after all. Planting the seeds of rebellion was enough for now.

The following month, Angel had most of his coworkers on his side. Like him, they were more than just entertainers dancing to buttrock every night. Two of them had skills in mechanics, while another had some basic medical background. As for Angel, he wanted to cook. It was one of the few things he truly enjoyed. And the hotel was looking to staff up. It was perfect. But first, Valentino and Porn Studios had to come down. And hard. They had spent a long time preparing. And this was the day. Angel took the lead and set everything in motion after the night's last show. Once everyone was in position, the operation began. He knew Valentino would be in the office working on next month's program. He also knew his boss had allergies and had left a little something hidden in the office. After a while, Angel heard him sneezing multiple times. Through the keyhole, he watched him blow his nose into a handkerchief. A handkerchief that was filled with very strong chloroform. Within minutes, the boss was out cold. Angel called the others. It was time to move. They carried him outside, dumped him into the back of one of their trucks, and raced off. Angel took care of the final deed with a sadistic grin. They were finally free.