Hazbin May Cry

Hazbin May Cry Mission 3

Mission 3

Dante was sitting on the couch waiting for those pizzas. It's already been 30 minutes and those three pies should be free by now and he hoped that it's still warm. But he can't say he was bored since he has been kept occupied by Charlie wanting to do a survey on him to get to know him better and fill it out with him checking in.

"Okay, so full name Dante Sparda, age 39. Job occupation: demon hunter. Likes demon hunting, sleeping, and rock music as well as billiards. Your Favorite foods are pizza and strawberry sundaes.  Your Least favorite foods are olives. Dislikes lousy paying jobs and bitches who give you a hard time." Charlie read the last one with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep, that's about right," Dante told her. "Also add being in debt to the dislike list."

"Huh, for someone who is good at hunting demons, you sure don't get paid much." She told him as she did writes it in the dislikes. "So, any living relatives?" Charlie asked as she knew he mentioned a brother before.

"My nephew, Nero," Dante told her.

"A nephew? Wait, you have a nephew?" Charlie asked him as she placed her pen and pad down.

"Yeah, I was a little shocked too that my older twin brother got busy while he still wanted to obtain some of dads power and did a lot of property damage near the shop," Dante told her as he stretched his arms and legs. "But abandoning your kid, I have to kick his ass again for that."

"I'm going to have to agree that leaving your lover and your child is going to be a big no on my part," Charlie said.

"Well, enough about me, what can you tell me about yourself, princess?" The demon hunter asks leaning forward.

"Me?" Charlie asks having a small blush on her face. "Well... I'm sure you know I am heir to the throne and next to rule hell. My goal is to rehabilitate sinners and I like singing and musicals."

"Okay, favorite topping on a pizza?" He asked.

"I like pineapples on pizza." She said.

"I can dig that. As long as it's not olives." Dante shrugged. "Okay Princess, here is a serious question. Since you think there is a chance for demons to go into Heaven through redemption, why not you? Why can't you go up into those white pearly gates in the sky?"

"That is actually a good question." She told him as she didn't fully know the answer but had a feeling on what it was. "Since I'm heir to the throne in Hell, God, who is my grandfather, doesn't want to take me away otherwise Mom and Dad will start a holy war with Heaven and Hell. Also, you can just call me Charlie, I'm not to comfortable being called Princess all the time."

"Okay, Charlie, here's my next question..." Dante said to her as the two of them started to have a conversation to which the others sat at the reception desk/bar. Vaggie glared daggers right at the demon hunter.

"Geez Vags, I didn't see you this tensed up since Al here knocked at the front door." Angle teased as the moth demon was still glaring at Dante. "Um hello? Hell, to Vags? Anybody still in there?" Angel tried to poke at her until she slapped the spider demon's hand away while still glaring at Dante. "Ow, don't have to be a jealous bitch 'cause your gal is talking to some good-looking guy."

This made Vaggie stop staring at the demon hunter and look at Angel. "I am not jealous!" She gritted her teeth. "You would be on edge too if you knew that the person right in front of you is the damn son of the demon knight that killed so many demons in the past 2000 years!"

"So, his dad a big shot, big deal," Angel said not caring.

"Indeed, it is a big deal," Alastor said as he had a smirk on his face instead of his usual big grin. "You should really pick up a history book once in a while my effeminate fellow."