Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Second Chances Part 2

Angel Dust checked himself into the hotel. While he didn't believe in redemption, he decided to play along. The room was clean and fully furnished. It was complete with a mini fridge, TV, desk, spacious closet, and everything. He even had a balcony with its own sitting area. And the view of Pentagram City was something else. It was a pleasant surprise. Angel dumped his things and crashed on the bed. He slept until there was a knock at the door. One of the maids informed him that dinner was in half an hour. So, he sleepily washed up and got somewhat decently dressed.

Over the week, Angel made a few friends and got a lot off his fluffy chest. The rebab made him realize he didn't have to continue being enslaved at Porn Stories. It was toxic even by Hell's standards. And he had wanted out for a long time. The only problem was Valentino literally owned every employee's soul. It sucked. Getting out, if possible, was a bitch. But Charlie had a few cards up her sleeves. She worked on a special gift to help him live how he wanted. Being the princess had its many advantages. While understandably doubtful, Angel took her up on the offer. After all, she had only asked him to talk about himself and listen to her advice in exchange for everything the hotel provided. It wasn't a bad deal in the end.

It had been a relaxing week-long vacation. But now it was time to head back to Porn Studios. Angel was packing his things when there was a knock at his door. It was Charlie with a small box. With a smile, and handed it to him and gave him very specific instructions. She wished him well and headed back to work. Angel stared at the box curiously and poked it. Whatever was inside, it didn't have much faith that it'd get him out of the damn soul contract. But whatever. He headed out the front doors. His twin sister Molly was waiting for him. He hopped in the car, and they sped off.

After a day of rest, Angel was already on the clock. His fans had missed him. But he was so done with this shitshow. He decided to give them one last show. If Charlie's instructions were correct, he'd finally be done with this line of exploitative work. After the show, he asked the boss for a quick word. They met in his office, assuming his number one entertainer would ask to work more. With a deep breath, Angel set the box on the man's desk and stood back. He himself didn't know what was inside. That's what his boss was for. Valentino opened it and blinked in confusion. Inside were two talismans and a small bottle. A moment later, the talismans started glowing and turned into creatures about the size of Angel's pet Fat Nuggets. One immediately jumped out and attacked. And the more Valentino fought back, the larger and stronger it became. The second one searched the office until it found a pile of soul contracts. And they proceeded to burn them, effectively releasing their owners of servitude. As Valentino struggled, the second creature carefully bottled the ashes.

Angel had no words for what he was watching do down. But he knew he was grinning like a maniac. It was awesome. After taking some pictures, he clapped his hands. The two creatures turned back into talismans. Angel tucked them into the box along with the bottle of ashes from the soul contracts. As he left, he felt lighter. For the first time, he felt free. A little later, he reported what had happened to Charlie. She was very pleased and let him keep the talisman creatures. They now sat beside him obediently and looked after his place when he was out. And Fat Nuggets got new playmates. It was adorable. Angel went on to work at the hotel. To everyone's surprise, he was a great cook. The kitchen was redone, and the menu got a major upgrade. He was finally doing something he loved. And maybe, just maybe, he could leave Hell.