Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

My Angel Of Death

Months had passed since Moxxie and Millie had first met and started dating. It hadn't been easy. Moxxie wasn't exactly a fighter and preferred not to get his hands too dirty. He was more of a man of arts, especially music. But that didn't fly in Hell. One needed to know how to murder and kill on the spot. Or at least fight their way out before things reached that point if possible. Sure, Moxxie knew how to hold and gun and blow a few heads off (probably the only good his father had taught him). But it had never been his thing. Living came secondary to surviving down here. Yet, Moxxie had escaped all that for so long.

And here Moxxie was today with his wife Millie. Getting her parents' approval had been another hurdle. But it was one that he had been willing to fight for on his own terms. Nothing was ever easy in Hell, after all. Her parents didn't fully approve of him since he wasn't a fighter. However, they could see he was a good man who would do that if needed. He was ready to protect her, despite being so timid and withdrawn. That and he loved Mille and made her happy. So that was bonus points toward letting him date their precious daughter.

Being the more manly one in the couple, Millie often wore the pants in the relationship (and because she wasn't a fan of dresses). Moxxie was very fortunate to have her as a wife. He did everything her could to make her happy. She could do it all without hesitation, from a warm home to destroying anyone in their way. She was like an angel to him. She was his everything.