"Ow. Ow. Ow." I say as Husk bandages my arm.
"What the fuck was that?" Sir Pentious asks me.
"What?" I cock my head.
"That power. No angel has ever had the power of fire!" Sir Pentious yells.
"What the fuck are you?" Angel says.
"Between both worlds." I mutter.
"Are you alright?" Vaggie asks.
"I got stabbed. My arm is bleeding. I might've turned an uproar at the Hotel. So... no?" I shrug.
"Your arm will be alright. I can't help but wonder about your chest." Husk says.
"Eh I'll be fine." I shrug.
"I am so so sorry." Charlie says.
"I hurt so many demons." I say.
I know I'm an angel, but they looked at me like I was some kind of a monster. That was so unsettling. That was so... scary. I feel like a sinner, and I'm supposed to be the good guy. Maybe angels are even more twisted than demons.
"You know what? I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed." I yawn.
"Are you sure?" Charlie asks.
"Yes. I really need sleep." I say.
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
