The dark vortex grew stronger, its pull threatening to consume everything. Alastor shielded Alafia, his powers straining against the void's force. The air distorted around them, reality bending under the vortex's influence.
Charlie and Husk fought in tandem, their movements fluid as they took down Vox's minions. Charlie's trident sliced through shadows, while Husk's cards struck each enemy, never missing their target.
Angel Dust's tommy gun bullets flew through the lobby, penetrating the enemy. Vaggie's spear striking Vox in the face with precision, cracking his screen. "You're going down, Vox!"
Vox stumbled, his control wavering. The vortex began to collapse, its energy recoiling upon itself. The lobby shook, debris falling from the ceiling.
The Hazbin crew pressed their advantage, pushing Vox's forces back. Angel Dust unleashed a barrage of bullets, while Vaggie stabbed with her angelic spear relentlessly.
Husk and Charlie led the charge, their bond and determination driving them forward. The battle reached its climax, darkness clashing with determination.
Vox, enraged, summoned a final, desperate attack. A dark energy beam shot toward Alastor and Alafia...
(To be continued...)
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Déjà Vu | Fem OC x Alastor
Fanfiction27 year old Alafia starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his...
