Another normal day in hell, or so everyone thought. Sir Pentious was in the process of making one of his little egg bois, when he got an idea. He thought that if he added a small bit of his DNA, maybe the egg would be more intelligent, maybe even act like Sir Pentious himself. However, this was not the case. Instead, he made a child. A child that looked exactly like him, but did not act the same way. It was more shy and withdrawn, which only grew Sir Pentious more attached to the small thing. He decided to call it his son and named him Dexter.
News about Sir Pentious "making" a child got out, and soon demons all over hell were begging Sir Pentious to "make" a little demon. When Sir Pentious denied their requests, they offered to pay him, which peeked his interest.
Soon enough, even the Hazbin Hotel staff asked Sir Pentious, to which he agreed to only the princess and two others. However, he denied one in particular. Angel Dust. After lots and LOTS of begging, Sir Pentious finally agreed with annoyance clear in his posture.
Now that there are "next generation" demons roaming around, hell is about to get a lot more interesting.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HAZBIN HOTEL, OR ANY CHARACTERS (except for the kids and a few other characters that will be mentioned) WRITTEN IN THIS STORY. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AMAZING VIVZIEPOP ON YOUTUBE.
NOTE: There are ships in this story that you may not like, such as Charlie and Vaggie, Husk and Angel Dust, and Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench. If you are uncomfortable with these ships, I apologize but this story is not for you.
Unless said otherwise, all art shown in this book is mine. If there is artwork here that isn't owned by me, I will do my best to find and credit the artist. Since I am a very forgetful person, if I forget to credit the artist to artwork that isn't mine, do NOT hesitate to TELL ME!!
Cover was made by yours truly!
That is all, have a blazing day!