Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Angel Dust Novels & Stories

The moment the door shut, I went back to scribbling notes and reviewing a list of everyone under me. I didn’t even notice the time had flown until my phone buzzed with a message from Tomas: Angel is here with a blonde. Just like that, I discarded everything I was doing, my pulse thrumming as I booted my second monitor. The camera feed loaded and there he was, Angel fucking Di Cristina, walking into my club with a woman who looked like she’d walked straight out of a Maxim photoshoot. The fuck was this? And then, I watched as they headed toward the old VIP zone that was now remodeled into the club's new sex pit, and my jaws clenched.

the truth was that I couldn't read into his actions. . He was more like the devil in disguise, wearing an elegant suit, while Sinclair is the handsome, devious demon you know is evil, but cannot stop falling for. They were all dangerous for me not to forget the literal demon who was named Angel Talking about Angel, a soft purr rang from the door. Angel sat at the doorway staring at us. Alaric glanced over with a tired expression while I was too scared to even face her. "You should not be here." He said. She meowed pitifully and then strode towards Alaric with sparkling eyes. Her gaze fell on me, she hissed sharply before ignoring my existence, which in this situation was a good thing...

Aaron's POV When I got home later that night, I loosened my tie as I walked into the house. I dropped onto the couch, exhausted after a long day, but Angela was still stuck in my head. I walked farther into the house looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I immediately pulled out my phone. The call connected after the second ring. “Where is she?” “At a private members club in West Hollywood.” “Who’s she with?” “Alone.”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Some people turned to look at them, then continued dancing. She stood in place as the man approached her. She was magnetized by his alluring hazel eyes. They had a weird glint to them, she just couldn't explain it. "Hello ma'am. Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and soft like silk. He had a faint accent which she couldn't place. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She noticed Diego moving to the back door and she followed him, completely ignoring the man who helped her. She followed Diego out of the club and into the alleyway beside the club. He was on his phone, trying to call someone. She walked towards him and grabbed the phone, he was calling Alberto, his accomplice. She ended the call and kep

Edgar and Wizard Zudan were waiting for him. "Look Wizard that is Angel of darkness coming," Edgar calls Wizard Zudan attention as he saw the angel of darkness approaching. "But why is it carrying Rosita what happened to her?" Wizard Zudan was having a surprised expression on his face. The Angel of darkness puts Rosita down in front of Edgar and Wizard Zudan with a sad face then tells them that she has contracted the disease when she was inside the cell but he has absorbed it. "You did what?" Edgar and Wizard Zudan was furious as they both asked Angel of darkness at the same time.

My eyes were blurred while Kari grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Holy shit! Danny are you okay!?" She yelled over something. It sounded like sobbing. Was I crying? Sure enough, I was choking on my tears. She hugged me and pulled me away from the door. I focused on my breathing and tried to compose myself. Alastor was not happy, to say the least. He was growling, snarling, and snapping at everyone that wasn't me. But what matters is that he's in the holding cell and I'm still alive. Once I stopped crying, I walked toward the holding cell. Alastor was sitting in the back corner, glaring at everyone till his eyes landed on me. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. But it was gone mere

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.