Hazbin Hotel(Eternal Vows: A Tale of Love and Redemption in Hell)

Chapter One: The Promise

The soft glow of lamplight bathed the cozy living room as Maksim and Velvette sat nestled together on the plush couch, their conversation filled with excitement and anticipation.

"So, are you ready for the meeting tomorrow?" Maksim asked, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Velvette nodded eagerly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Absolutely! This could be our big break, Maksim. I can feel it!"

Maksim smiled, his heart swelling with pride at Velvette's confidence. "I have no doubt about it," he replied, his gaze lingering on her radiant face. "And afterward, we'll celebrate with a dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, just like we promised."

Velvette's eyes sparkled with delight at the mention of their favorite restaurant. "I can't wait!" she exclaimed, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Maksim's cheek.

As the night wore on, they spoke of dreams and aspirations, their laughter mingling with the soft hum of the evening air. But little did they know that their perfect evening would soon take a dark and tragic turn.

The next day dawned bright and clear, the promise of success hanging heavy in the air as Maksim and Velvette made their way to the meeting. The sun cast long shadows across the bustling streets, painting the world in shades of gold and amber.

But as they entered the conference room, Velvette's excitement began to wane, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with an ominous energy that sent shivers down Velvette's spine.

As the meeting progressed, Velvette's suspicions grew, her keen intuition warning her of danger lurking just beneath the surface. The other attendees' smiles seemed forced, their gestures rehearsed, as if they were playing a part in some twisted charade.

But before she could voice her concerns, it was too late. The doors slammed shut, trapping them inside with their enemies closing in. Velvette's heart pounded with fear as the truth dawned on her - they had been lured into a trap, and she was the target.

In a desperate bid to escape, Velvette fought tooth and nail against her assailants, her heart racing with adrenaline as she struggled to break free. But they were relentless in their pursuit, their movements swift and calculated as they closed in on her from all sides.

Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through Velvette's side, causing her to cry out in agony as she stumbled backward. Looking down, she saw blood pooling beneath her, staining the pristine floor with crimson.

With trembling hands, Velvette reached for her phone, her fingers slick with blood as she dialed Maksim's number. Tears welled in her eyes as she waited for him to answer, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Maksim," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to speak. "Help me, please... I'm... I'm hurt."

Maksim's blood ran cold at the desperation in her voice, his mind racing with fear and panic. "Velvette, where are you? What's happened?" he demanded, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I... I don't know," Velvette replied, her words punctuated by pained gasps. "It's... it's bad, Maksim. I need you... please, hurry."

With a sinking heart, Maksim realized that time was running out. Ignoring the protests of those around him, he raced out into the night, his mind consumed by thoughts of Velvette and the danger she faced.

As he sped through the streets, Maksim prayed for Velvette's safety, his heart heavy with dread at what he might find when he reached her side. But no matter the obstacles that lay before him, he knew that he would stop at nothing to save the woman he loved, even if it meant risking his own life in the process.

The air was thick with tension as Maksim rushed into the building where Velvette had called from, his heart pounding with dread and fear. Each step echoed loudly in the empty corridor, amplifying the urgency of the situation.

As he burst into the room where the meeting had taken place, his eyes scanned the scene frantically. And there, amidst the chaos and debris, lay Velvette - her once vibrant form now a mere shadow of its former self, her body slumped on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

With a cry of anguish, Maksim rushed to her side, his hands shaking as he knelt beside her. "Velvette," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Oh gods, what have they done to you?"

Velvette's eyes fluttered open, a weak smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of Maksim's face. "Maksim," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I knew... I knew you'd come..."

Tears welled in Maksim's eyes as he took in the extent of Velvette's injuries, his heart breaking at the sight of her broken and battered form. "Hang on, my love," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "We'll get you help, I promise. Just hold on a little longer."

But Velvette shook her head weakly, her strength fading with each passing moment. "No, Maksim," she murmured, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "It's... it's too late for me. You need to... you need to promise me something."

Maksim's heart clenched at the desperation in Velvette's voice, his throat tightening with sorrow. "Anything," he vowed, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "I'll do anything you ask."

"Promise me... promise me you'll avenge me," Velvette pleaded, her eyes searching Maksim's with a fierce intensity. "Find whoever did this... and make them pay. Promise me, Maksim."

Maksim nodded solemnly, his heart heavy with grief and determination. "I promise, Velvette," he vowed, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll find them. And I'll make them pay for what they've done to you."

With a final, trembling breath, Velvette's eyes fluttered closed, her hand slipping from Maksim's grasp as her life slipped away. And as Maksim cradled her lifeless form in his arms, he swore an oath of revenge, his heart consumed by a burning desire to bring justice to those who had wronged the woman he loved. And though his heart ached with sorrow, he knew that he would honor Velvette's dying wish and live on to see her killers brought to justice.

As Maksim knelt beside Velvette's lifeless body, his mind reeling with grief and rage, he was suddenly pulled away by the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up, he saw a group of police officers rushing into the room, their faces grim with determination.
"Sir, you need to step back," one of the officers said firmly, placing a hand on Maksim's shoulder and gently guiding him away from Velvette's side.
But Maksim barely registered their words, his eyes fixed on Velvette's still form as the paramedics rushed in to take her away. He watched in numb silence as they lifted her onto a stretcher, their movements quick and efficient as they worked to stabilize her.
As they carried her out of the room, Maksim felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, his heart heavy with sorrow at the sight before him. He longed to follow Velvette, to stay by her side until the very end, but he knew that he couldn't. Not now.
With a heavy heart, Maksim allowed himself to be led away by the police, his mind consumed by thoughts of Velvette and the promise he had made to her. And as he was escorted out of the building, he vowed to honor her memory in any way he could, to bring her killers to justice no matter the cost.