ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴋ || ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ

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"Soooo, uh. . ." Angel Dust began as he squinted at the tall red demon who was chatting animatedly with the Princess while the more petite, feminine figure looked around, head tilted and tail swaying about like a curious cat. "What's tha deal with Smiles an Inky over there?"

"Wait," Vaggie, who was sitting beside the tall, white, and pink spider demon, looked up at him in disbelief. "You've never heard of them before? You've been here longer than me!"

Angel stared cluelessly at the moth demon, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. What? Was he supposed to know every single f!cker in Hell?

"The Radio Demon?"

Angel just blinked blankly.

"The Ink Demon? Two of the most powerful beings Hell's ever seen?"

"Eh." The spider rolled his eyes disinterestedly as he crossed his arms. "Not big on politics."

"Ugh!" Vaggie groaned before shoving her face practically into Angel's, the spider demon squinting his eyes as he leaned away from the moth demon as she began to tell the dark, bloody story of the Radio Demon and the Ink Demon.

"Centuries ago, Alastor manifested in Hell." A tall red demon with bright bloody claws sat in shadowy darkness, his yellowed, smiling teeth glowing in the darkness as screams echoed around him. The darkness burned away as the tall red demon's body stretched and contorted, his antlers spreading out, twisting wickedly as his smile became even wider, stretching and thinning out until it was a razor-sharp smile that promised nothing but pain and misery as shadows of demons writhed at his feet, screaming and crying out in fear and pain as fire surrounded them and the Radio Demon's wicked claws stretched out towards them. "Overnight, he was able to topple overlords who had been dominant for centuries."

"Then. . . he met the Ink Demon." The Radio Demon was now facing a dark, feminine figure, spikes protruding from her back and ink dripping down her white, doll-like face as she bared her bright, smiling teeth at him. "A demon of pure darkness. . . who wielded horrible powers that no one in Hell had ever seen before."

"Together, they wielded raw power that had never been harnessed by any mortal souls before." The two demons slowly reached out to each other, placing their hands together and watching as green light surrounded them. Sickly green chains formed around the Ink Demon's body, circling around her arms, legs, and neck, binding her very soul to the Radio Demon's will as the tall red demon threw his head back, laughing in hysterical, crazed glee. "Then, Alastor began broadcasting their carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness their ability."

The tall red demon now loomed over Hell, eyes glowing red, blood dripping from his smiling teeth as he watched his Ink Demon rip into lesser demons, effectively slicing sinners into pieces or drowning others in ink, green chains glowing around her body. At the same time, his shadow eagerly devoured sinners who tried to escape her. "Sinners started calling them the Radio Demon and the Ink Demon, as lazy as that is."

Alastor and Mel now stood together, arms linked, as they were surrounded by the other powerful beings in Hell, the two mortal sinners' power easily rivaling the power of the others around them, even those who had been born there or had fallen there. "Many have speculated what kind of unimaginable force of evil enables them to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils."

"But one thing is for sure. . ." Vaggie's face twisted into a dark, vicious snarl. "They are both unpredictable sources of danger, wicked spirits of mystery and darkness, violent monsters of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!"