Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Angel Dust Comic Novels & Stories

Every time he'd ask one question, he'd have another one to back it up. And just like that, my week rolled away. I spent almost every day with Diesel. Besides Thursday when Eliza had claimed me for herself. I didn't hear from Lucas, I texted him the other day but he had never responded. I wasn't too sure what to do about him. There was a part of my who was drawn to Lucas. But the more time I spent with Diesel, the more I forgot about Lucas. The only reason I thought of him now was because I was twisting the heart locket he gotten me in my fingers. Over the last week, not only did I see Diesel I also saw Alastor! I wanted to introduce the two but Alastor only showed up late at night when Diese

She blinked her eyes with shock, “Excuse me?” “You heard me right Hazel. You are an asshole. Do you know that?” “I thought you were my friend.” She gave him a side smirk still trying to understand if he was being sarcastic or funny. “I AM your friend dammit. And you know it. But someone needs to tell you this.” He looked angry now, “Hazel! What are you doing to yourself? Are you a puppet or what?” She had unshed tears in her eyes, “What do you mean by that, Dustin? Why are you so angry?”

I can’t wait to put a fucking bullet between his fucking eyes and make him fucking swim with the sharks. “My brother is a cunt. What can I say?”, Pavlov says as he massages his temples, and again, I watch and listen as they talk about Angel. They are planning on ending his life. He has become an obstacle for them because of his fondness for Hazel. I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose as the door behind us bursts open, and he walks in. “Fuck me, this is a fucking maze”, Angel says as he pulls the chair next to mine, and the girl passes him the headphones set she was using.

“That’s it! I’ll use the insect creatures to find it.” Azazel quirks a brow. “How?” Stepping around him, I clear my throat and begin to hum. Everything goes instantly, still. The insects stop in their tracks, and the sounds of their squeals and scuffling limbs cease. Taking a deep breath, I project my thoughts as I continue to hum. “Bloody hell.” Azazel curses beneath his breath when he sees the creatures file together as they scurry to one of the caverns. Taking his hand, I lead him beside me as I follow the creatures into the opening. For the next hour, we make several turns and stumble a few times through the loose gravel until we reach what we’re searching for. My vision blurs with the h

I'm fine, Ander," Angel opened the door with a puffy face. Xander hugged Angel tightly and rested her head on his chest. Angel just resigned herself to accepting Xander's hug. She poured out all her sadness and sobbed into Xander's chest. “You're not fine. Don't try to lie to me.” “I've messed everything up. You have to fire me," Angel said between tears. “I won't fire you. That damn bastard is at fault. He has been hurting you ever since you served him juice.” “I accidentally spilled the coffee. I've tried to do it carefully.” "I know. You don't like hurting other people, but that bastard hurt you.” Suddenly, Xander remembered that the blonde man had poured hot coffee on Angel. Xander hurri

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

Ran a hand through his hair. Covered in sweat and the smell of liquor. Looking like a damn model. Angel looked down. The suits were on the floor. One was unconscious and breathing. The other one was cursing—holding his knee. Angel can smell the blood. Salty. Coppery. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ **

I suddenly felt a gentle squeeze in my hand as Keir whispered in his magnetic voice, “I am sorry. I didn’t know about your mom or I wouldn’t have asked about it.” Smiling at him, I only managed to mumble feebly, “It is alright.” Suddenly, noticing some green sparkling powder, I asked curiously, “What is that? It looks beautiful.” “That is Addicto, a rare and poisonous drug. Don’t even look at that,” Keir warned instantly, pulling me closer. He added irritatedly, “Damn! That stall is overcrowded. I don’t understand why everyone is paying to buy death.” While giggling, I pointed at another stall, “What about visiting that stall? It is called ‘Angel’s den’. Do you wanna meet some angels?”

He reverted his gaze to Rufus, his eyes were hard and steely, and a mean smile tugged the corners of his attractive lips. “You should know I just smashed Dan's head against the wall, splitting his head like a ball of melon before clawing his guts out...” Angel said with great relish. Rufus snarled at him. Angel laughed. “and this haven of yours, is going to be rubbles in the next minute....” “All of you—every single one of you, will never forget me. I will forever live in your head. You are nothing but animals in human skin— the humans would kill you all!” he ranted.

As Angel arrives at her parent's home, they tease her about her new and how she found new quickly Mom: "Looks like he loves to paint, just like Mike. " As time goes by and they finished talking Angel went back to her place and opens the package, her eyes widen seeing it is a painting she knows it is from Mike but the painting is all about the old bridge getting demolished and she sees her self standing at the hilltop in a wheelchair Angel feel furious about the painting she then thinks that maybe he portraits a sadness in future then Angel hangs the painting she then drinks alcohol and went to balcony remembering Mike, Angel then think to get the album as she found it, spending her all night