Hell's Angel (Hazbin Hotel Fanfic)

Fear in the Hearts of Angels and Demons

Vifi's POV

I hopped down it the bunker. I heard a gasp come from the darkness in front of me. Large, red, scared eye looked back at me. I knew that like this I must've look frightening, covered in blood like I was. I stood there for a moment, thinking of my next move. "Are you okay?" Was all I could think to say. After to moment, a loud static sound came from the other demon. I was taken back by the sound and he seemed to be scared of it too.After a full minute of silence, I decided that if I was going to help him, taking it slow and easy wasn't going to help. In this darkness, I couldn't see if he was actually hurt or not. I'm sorry kid. I quickly walked forward, earning another loud static sound from him. "It's okay, i'm not gonna hurt you." I stop an arms length away from him. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see him more clearly. There wasn't really much wrong with him, sure he was scared beyond belief and covered with dirt from sitting on the floor below ground, but other than that, he seemed fine."Listen, I know you've been through a lot in the past few hours or so. I was like that for once too." I say,  kneeling down to his level. I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless and afraid, just like I did back then. How could I, a blood covered, terrifying angel, help a kid who was literally a deer in headlights?

???'s POV

She wasn't trying to scare me, I knew that. But, I couldn't help it. We both fell silent, and I took the chance to look her over. The blood on her was beginning to dry, and the feathers on her wings had already formed a pile around her. She seemed just about as lost as I was. "When I first came here, the man and women outside," She pointed toward the hole above us."They helped me. And I know they can help you too." It went silent again. "I know this is gonna sound weird," she muttered, scratching the back of her head."Is there perhaps a dog tag around your neck?" I was kinda taken back that question. I placed a hand against my neck and felt a beaded chain. I pulled it out of my shirt and held it in my palm. In this darkness, I couldn't read what it said, and know for sure she couldn't. We both understood the situation, and i'm pretty sure that she was trying to let me make the next move. I shut my eyes tight as I summoned the courage. I looked into her eyes as she looked back, and gave her a nod. A sad smile came across her face, before she backed up away from me to stand up. My legs were shaking from the position I was sitting in, but I manage to steady myself. "Think you can climb out on your own?" She asked, standing under the hole leading outside. I gave her a nod as she opened her wings and hopped out. When I finally managed to get out, I looked at the dog tag she had mentioned earlier. It read:

Alastor, Died on September 13th, 1933