Demons Worth Fighting For (a Ghost Rider x Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss crossover)

Chapter 24: The Tournament Yet To Come

Back in the dark lair, an upset Maste Morningstar was having his wounds treated, by Odessa and a few of Layla's medical servants. Sitting on a table was a little embarrassing for him, as if he's like a kid waiting for the doctor. As he sat there, seething over his defeat by that dragon demon, Dragala, Odessa began to wrap his right arm with a stretchable bandage.

Odessa: Damn, Maste. You just had to get your ass literally burned by some dragon kid.

Maste: How was I to know he was some kind of ally to that pathetic excuse of a Rider?!

Finishing up the bandage, Odessa said no more. She didn't care about his complaining, or his defeat. No one knows why she was acting so careless now and then. Then, walking into the room, Layla speed walked up to a frightened Maste, with a scowling face. She was not happy at this point, and Maste could only guess why she was. Not wanting to be part of their problems, Odessa stepped aside for the angry Mistress.

Maste: Layla, if it's about that dragon... GAAHH!

Without warning, Layla grabbed him by the neck with her right hand, and slammed him down on the table on his back. Her tight grip on Maste was slowly choking him.

Layla: Who's talking about that dragon demon, HUH?! WHAT'S THIS ABOUT A FUCKING TOURNAMENT, MASTEMA?!?!

---

(Somewhere in Maricopa County, Arizona)

Meanwhile, in Arizona, the sun was setting just above the horizon. Driving away from the burnt down music party in Encanto Park, without being seen by the Arizona PD, was a very close call for CJ and the team. A few moments, Dragala had appeared from Hell, and laid waste upon Maste, while saving Carly at the same time. Seeing his little sister safe and sound, CJ and the others were grateful to this goth dragon demon, and quickly made an alliance with him. After Charlie and Vaggie introduced him to their friends, they explained that he, and his family, once visited the Hazbin Hotel, only to get better acquainted.

Presently, Dragala flew high in the air, and everyone else followed under him in their cars, driving South on Avondale Blvd. They couldn't check into a hotel, because they would take up too much rooms, so they will have to find shelter somewhere else, far from the searching law enforcement.

CJ: Well, so much for keeping a low profile, right?

Rachael: Any ideas on where we're staying tonight?

That is when Charlie thought of an idea. They were heading towards the desert mountains ahead, where there's no buildings in sight.

Charlie: Hey. Do we have any camping tents and sleeping bags packed with us?

Carter: I brought some of the tents with me in Spirit-1. We might have to share sleeping spaces, though.

Sam: And ah've got some good stuff to eat 'n' drink. Canned oranges, hot dogs, some Mountain Dew, and 7-Up. Ah've got plenty, in case we git hungry or parched.

Lily: And there's plenty of sleeping bags in here, too.

Octavia: Sounds like we're going camping, then.

But Loona only groaned at that word. Camping usually means going to a remote area, with little to no internet.

Loona: Come on! Camping? I won't get to check on my Sinstagram profile without Wifi out here! This sucks!

As they continued South, CJ saw Dragala descend down towards some kind of race track, until he gasped with surprise, and then smiled. He knew what this particular race track is.