Hazbin Hotel: Hellbound

Part V Deuteronomy

Chapter I

       The year was 500 CE, man was creating more civilizations, and the lands were over run by dragons. God sent a team of angels to collect the dead. These included Carioness, the eldest son of Azreal, Teserious, the second in command of the Grim Reaper Corps, and Brodiel, the leader of the Corps. They wore black executioner's robes, wore skull masks, and carried blessed pole-arms. Brodiel looked over the land, appalled by the revelation that many of the souls meant to move on had been resurrected by someone. Carioness looked on, enraged. "Damned arcane mortals. They know not what they meddle in." He took his great axe and cut down the resurrected ghouls, "If the natural order is cleaved in twain, then existence itself 'tis surely doomed." Brodiel nodded, "Verily, it's a disturbing feat to twist the laws of nature, yet mortals show no weakness in doing this. They are dangerous if they are allowed to continue." He holds holds his scythe to his heart, "Tersarious! Bless the souls that once held new life after death." Tersarious nodded before saying a small prayer. "In the lord's name, Amen." The souls they reaped ascended to the heavens, leaving them to clean up the carcasses.

         Three hundred and fifty-two years fly by. Brodiel sits in an office with Azreal, a serious expression on both their faces. "Son, as you know, monsters have been roaming the world for eons. Humans, being what they are, never notice." Brodiel held a cigarette between his teeth, "Yeah? I suppose you want me to transfer to the blokes in the Monster Extermination corps?" Azreal nodded, "Temporarily. They need some help while they recruit new members." Brodiel nodded. "Alright. Where am I posted?"

     Hours later, he arrives in an apartment building in London. Nestled on the busy road, Fleet Street, the apartments were modest, but nothing special. Brodiel was greeted by a woman named Shelly LeVein, a hunter dressed in a long, black frock, a matching top hat and pants, a crimson ruffled top, and a pair of black leather shoes. "Well, 'ello dare. You must be the son of the big man. Welcome to the team." She shook his hand energeticly. "You'll see some crazy rubbish in this line of work, but I assure you, you'll be in your element." She led him to his room with an outfit laid out for him. His uniform consisted of a black frock, black gloves with iron knuckles, dark brown pants, a black Oxford shirt, black leather boots, a black hood, and a raven feathered cape Upon entering the common room, he was greeted with a new set of weapons brought forth by the weapon smith and Shelly. A thirteen round, extended clip blunderbuss and a cane that doubled as a weighted chain whip inscribed with the Prayer of St Michael. The rounds were engraved with devil's traps, making to where when a demon or monster is blasted, they will be caught in one place until the slug is removed from their body.

      Brodiel started his first patrol, snatching a pair of yellow lensed round framed sunglasses from a watch maker shop window flipping the magnifying lenses up. He heard a woman struggling and a man laughing. "C'mon, ya Tart. I may not have the coin, but I can make i' worth your while." Brodiel stepped around the corner, "Let her go, you scruffy bo'le o' piss." He flips his jacket, showing off his gun. The man sneered. "Who're you suppohs ta be?" Brodiel went draw his gun before suddenly the woman kicked the drunk in the groin, "It don't mah'er 'cause you're on the floor cryin." She laughs, running away. "Serves yah, right!" She called out. Brodiel was shocked, clearing his throat, "Yes, well. Let that be a lesson to you." He casually walked away. "What the devil just happened?"

Chapter 2

    Brodiel sat in the lounge reading the newspaper. He grimaced, "Those limey bastards haven't caught the Ripper yet?" Shelly sat down on the arm of Brodiel's chair, "Don't tell me you're fearful." Brodiel shook his head, "Fearful, no. He only kills harlots as far as we know." Shelly nods, "So, yer worried for the woman you saved a few months ago?" Brodiel buried his face in the paper, "I'm just wondering what these fools are doing." He stood up and left.