One is the child of a sinner and a hellhound who has dreams of making it big in the music industry. One is an imp who's living life to its fullest. What happens when they join forces and work in a Hotel and with a team of assassins? Lets find out.
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Hell, a place reserved for the most evil of souls after death. But unfortunately, its basically also where they become the lamb for the slaughter to Heaven. Once every year, a group of angels known as exorcists come down and slaughter whoever they see. Down in the middle of the streets of Pentagram City, we see a fox hellhound running for his life.
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He ran through the streets, seeing much death and carnage brought upon by the exorcists. He quickly ran into an alleyway, holding an open bloody gash across his chest. He fell to the ground as he hears and sees the fireworks going off, signaling the end of this years extermination. He looks up to see the angels flying back to Heaven.
Hellhound: sighs Thank Satan its over.
He winces in pain and looks down at his open fatal wound and sighs.
Hellhound: Bloody hell, I ain't looking so good.
???: Holy shit, are you okay!?
Hellhound: CRIKEY!!
He looks over to see a woman. A female imp caring a book.
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Imp: Oh fuck, you're hurt bad.
Hellhound: Yeah? No shit, sherlock. Hehe, sorry just lightening the mood with humor to distract from the pain I'm in.
Imp: I can help.
Hellhound: You can heal this? You know advanced first aid or something?
Imp: Eh, something like that.
She walks over to him and crouches down. He slips his jacket off so she can better see it. She examines the gash before flipping her book open and reciting something from it with her hand on the wound. Her hand starts to glow as the hellhound watches with astonishment. Once she's done, she moves her hand away to show that the gash was fully healed, leaving only a scar where it once was.
Hellhound: Crikey. Thank you.
Imp: No problem. Here, follow me. I'll take you back to my place.
