This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
At 4:00pm Lilith and the rest of her band members arrived at the back-alley hookah smoking bar and nightclub with an air of professionalism.
Lilith had informed the band members of the true purpose for this little performance a few days prior, and unsurprisingly the band was immediately on board with this deception.
Most are still grinning at the thought of bringing Aikia's influence down within Envy.
Lilith's entrance into the establishment was cordial, and her presence was casual enough to not draw any suspicion towards her as she moved through the building towards the stage with her band.
Farouk and Mariya were already there long before Lilith arrived.
Two whole hours to be exact.
They spent a bit of that time early on drinking at the bar, mostly to prepare themselves for the inevitable fight that would happen later. Then they spent the remaining time scoping out the building, and observing the manager as he prattled around the room getting things ready for the Queen's arrival while also leafing through a contract with anxiety written all over his face.
They would converse with each other through casual glances of their eyes, or a slight quirk of their lips in amusement over this business manager's foolishness in waving a contract around for all to see.
Once the hour drew near for Lilith's arrival the couple are busy lounging in the main gathering place seated nearest to the stage. The layout of the interior is segregated by a high platformed area that's 8 feet in width for the bar near the entrance. Two steps down from the entrance platform is a sunken floor for the stages audience to sit. There are other raised platforms on the left and right of the sunken floor which are segmented by open archway rooms decorated in draperies and pillows with hookahs ready a waiting for the smokers to congregate.
Farouk and Mariya weren't partaking in the hookah smoking escapades of the other customers in those open aired rooms.
They were trying to blend in as much as possible. Well, as much as Farouk's willing to do. Wardrobe wise he didn't change a thing regarding his normal clothes.
What's different about him is the fact that he's concealing his usual outfit beneath a long blackish purple robe that's decorated in detailed gold embroidery.
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It's a cheap robe designed to mimic an expensive robes from his time as an Arabian Prince.
It's also meant to be easily burnt away by his powers in order to give him as much mobility as possible in case of a fight with his normal outfit.
Mariya on the other hand is dressed quite lavishly.
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