Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Wrong Place, Fucker

It was late at the hotel. Angel Dust and his best friend Husk were cleaning up the lobby when there was a crash. Now, it wasn't unusual for someone to vandalize the hotel or try to rob the place. After all, redemption for demons wasn't a popular idea. Husk went to investigate first. The crash had come from past the custodial wing. He found a broken window at the end of the hall. There were also faint bootprints on the nice carpet. Charlie was going to be pissed when she found out. But Husk wasn't part of the janitorial staff. So, he didn't care. As he looked around, his feline senses led him toward the back storage rooms. The intruder was there. After a moment of thought, he returned to pick up his coworker. Angel loaded his firearm, and the two went to take care of business.

It didn't take long for the two to find their culprit. As expected, it was another petty thief and vandal. It was sad. And pathetic. Husk opted to throw them out and be done with it all. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this. But Angel wanted to have some fun. It had been a slow day at the hotel. So, he dragged their intruder out back and borrowed their body for target practice. And, of course, he cleaned up the mess afterward. When he got back, Husk was already in his room. Angel finished locking up. As he did, he debated asking the boss lady if hiring one or two guards would be a good idea. Right now, the hotel didn't have a lot of staff. So, everyone doubled as security. It wasn't optimal in the long run. And being a former mafia member, Angel knew how to hold down a fort. But his real love had always been the culinary arts. Especially the Italian variety. Oh well. He was done with that life. With the hotel safe again, he tucked his precious pet into bed and crashed himself.