Dance with the Devil ⛧ Hazbin Hotel (🚨UNDERGOING HUGE MAKEOVER🚨)

A Feast Awaits

Hazbin Elliot up there^^
(Old Art by me)

Elliot

The morning was uneventful to say the least.
We delivered the booze. Got paid.
Now on our way to the discount hell on earth...

School...

It not that bad really...

What am I saying?! Its awful!
Teachers are bias, aggresive creeps.
Bullies are either gangster/goon wannabes. Or stuck up pricks who think theyre above humans.

Pathetic really. Like for feck's sake, were still kids not even a teen yet!
And dont get me started with the toilets! Oh the toilets...

Im starting to think Hell is way better than here...

"So excited for school?" Bert suddenly asked,

I turned to him boredly at the obviously dumb question.

"What? Its not bad right? Your moms bit famous right?" He pressed,

"Bunch of snivelling brats, dumb bullies and obnoxious upstage kids in glad rags thinking theyre better than anyone" I said,

They always say my mom is a murderer and is super ugly with bad breath.

Well, I'll tell you! My mom is an angel and the most talented canary in the town! If you dont believe me then your a blind stinky sap!.

"Eh? Not much change huh? Oh the good old days" Bert sighed
"How about girls?! Anyone you fancy? I bet with those looks of yours, it shouldnt be hard to pick up a couple of gals! Yeah?" He teased grinning like an idiot.

"Theyre the snivelling brats plus, Im not a motherf**king perverted palooka like you are, so shut up" I said looking out the window, watching the soft pitter patter of the rain outside the smoggy morning.

"Hey! I never fucked my mother!" He protested, I rolled my eyes at that childish tone he used.

"Well I could be, if its with YOUR Mother" he snickered, proud of his not so funny joke.

Oh God, I'll never know what skirts this days see in this guy.

I glared at him hard that if it kills he would already be six feet under... if not, straight to Hell.

Huh?

Why not now?

So with that thought in mind
I kicked his hand on the steering wheel.

Making this old bucket swerve dangerously.

In panic, Bert impressively gain control of the car before it kill the both of us.

"WTF?! DO YOU WANNA DIE?!" he screeched, sweating profusely at the near-death experience.

Now its my turn to laugh,

You should have seen his face!

But no, I dont wanna die leaving my mother in this fucked up world, with the huge debt my grandfather kindly left us.

"Crazy kid" he said, muttering under his breath about me bumping him, while I had my laugh.

"Anyway, Marta just got back today" he announced,

My eyes widened at the announcement.
"Yeah?! Have you told Mom?!" I asked excitedly,

Marta is a strict but nice old hispanic woman who lives in the floor below us. She helped with the garden and when Mom sick. She sometimes cook for us exotic meals, we would invite the tenants to dig in sometimes.