𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Kill Me Now

Angel stared at the view, thinking.

Would everyone be better off without having to deal with my bullshit?
Yeah. They will.
Charlie would cry though..
Of laughter.
Vaggie might c-
Actually smile for once.
Husk would be-
Dying of pure joy to have you gone.
Niffty might-
Would be spitting on your body.
Alastor-
Would be overjoyed.

The voice was right. It was right.
Angel was pathetic.
Angel was sad.
Angel was depressed.
Angel was mental.
Angel was diagnosed with anorexia.
Angel was worthless.
Angel was a slut.

He was truly fucking worthless. He was just a whore. No room for anything impressive..

Just cock-sucking and good porn acting.

"Angel?" A static voice softly called, the spider returned to reality and looked behind him. "Hi, Al."

"Hello, Angel.. why are you up here?"
PATHETIC.
"Couldn't sleep."
WORTHLESS.
"Oh."
MOTHERFUCKING.
"Would you like to come back inside?"
SLUT!
"Would you care if I died?"

Alastor looked at Angel, clearly surprised by his question.

"Yes. I would stab myself a million times so I can be with you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, Angel.. we are getting married soon, remember?"

Yeah.. he- he's right. Me and Al are happy together. Everyone is happy. I'm free from Valentino now. I'm not a slut. I'm not worthless.

Angel smiled and kissed his soon-to-be-husband. "Ti amo, Alastor, mio bel bambi." "Je t'aime plus, Angel, ma belle araignée."

Angel and Alastor kissed once more before going back inside.
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.
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"WE ARE GETTING A DIVORCE!"

Angel stared at Alastor. "Wait.. what?" He dropped a piece of paper he was holding.

"I said, we are getting a divorce. Pack your items and leave the hotel."

"B- but-"

"I don't care. Just leave."

Angel looked to his friends for help, but they just looked at him with disgust. "..Okay..." He felt his heart rip apart as he went up those stairs one last time.

He packed his stuff.

He took everything he owned.

Then he walked out of the room he once shared with Alastor.

"Valentino is coming to pick you up."

Angel nodded slowly.
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Alastor stared at Angels lifeless body.

No. No. No. No.

His plan was ruined.

No. No. No. No.

Alastor noticed a note Angel had in his hand so he picked it up and read it.

"To whoevers reading this, please burn my body. Tell the Hazbin Hotel staff that I'm gone and I won't ever come back to hell. Tell the Radio Demon that I still love him after all these years, I just didn't know how to show affection. All I knew was sex and drugs. I never felt love. I never received it.
So to whoevers reading this, thank you for reading. Please fulfill my wishes without a problem. Alastor deserves to know that I will no longer be a burden to anyone ever again.
Thank you!
-Angel Dust♡"

He dropped the note.

"What has he done.." Alastor whispered, black tears dripping down his face. "I am so sorry.. I couldn't protect you.."

"What a shame."

That voice. Alastor recognized that voice.

He turned his head.

"Hello, Radio Demon."

Part two will come!

Who do you think was that person at the end? Stay tuned to find out!