Hazbin Hotel Extermination Day の小説・ストーリー

Cole threw Angeline, Jenson, Baby Robbie, and Baby Zetty’s mortality cards to Carson, parting his lips and saying in a resolute voice, "Take the mortality cards, capture the four of them, and bring them to me.” Carson caught the mortality cards. "Yes, Sir." When he turned around to leave, Cole suddenly said, “Remember, Carson. I’ll be directly in charge of the life and death of these four people." Carson was slightly startled. "Yes, Sir." The Severe’s residence. Like a cat, Finn lay prostrate on the roof above where Baby Zetty was. He followed Jay's instructions and wore black overalls, a black-hooded cloak, and a ring on his left middle finger that was engraved with the initial D for Doomsd

His fangs restored as he picked an unconscious Callum in his arms. "And what will you explain to your human? Who you are"? Zol smirked. "I will tell him everything. Including the fact that I am Hybrid". He replied calmly before leaving the hall with his friends as Zol put his spell off them. *********** Tabby

But because he’d let the darkness take him all the way in. Dom finally returned at sunrise. He didn’t bother knocking. Just strode into the kitchen like he owned the damn place. “I heard you’re unraveling,” he said, leaning against the counter. “I’m fine.” “You always say that when you’re about to set something on fire.” “Maybe I should.” He raised a brow. “About time.” I exhaled, slow. “Terenzi’s dead. Zach did it.” Dom’s eyes narrowed. “You sure?” “I’m not.”

Her hair was styled in a perfect, sleek bob, and her dark skin was smooth, untouched by the sun of the Forbidden Zone or the fire of the Spires. "Test #3," the developer-Zora whispered, her voice matching mine so perfectly it felt like an echo in an empty cave. "You... you shouldn't be able to hold density here. The 'Extinction' payload was supposed to dissolve upon server disconnect." "Your 'payload' has a name, lady," Dante growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that rattled the glass partitions of the boardroom.

He had been waiting for the right time to speak, and now he took the chance. “Boss,” Day’s voice was low, respectful, “what should we do with Gerard? Should we kill him?” The question hung in the air. Zayn opened his eyes, the cigar burning slowly between his fingers. His dark gaze shifted to Day, but there was no rush in his reply. He inhaled the smoke once again, letting the taste sit heavy on his tongue before he dropped the ashes into the tray beside him. “Kill him?” Zayn’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. “That’s too easy, Day. Too merciful.”

As the inky shadows of despair were catching up to him, he found out Zoe had repeated the year and scored enough to get into Harland. Now, he had become the only victim of Zoe's sabotage, and he couldn't accept such a fate. The news hit him like a truck and broke whatever was left of his sanity. So, he went down a dark path in a fit of madness. I found it ironic, as this was proof that Zoe's spur-of-the-moment sabotage not only ruined Johnny, but it also nearly killed her in the process.

Dimitri asked. "Fourteen days," Elizabeth said. "We'll terminate all remaining specimens by day sixteen to prevent unnecessary suffering." Unnecessary suffering. As if any of this could be considered "necessary." Dimitri forced himself to maintain his expression of professional interest. Inside, something cold and merciless was calculating exactly where to place the bombs to ensure no one survived the collapse. These specimens would die either way. But if he was going to kill them, he was going to make sure he killed the people responsible for their suffering at the same time.

My room had sealed windows, soft corners, no mirror, no lock, and a camera that watched me without blinking. A nurse stayed outside all day. If I sat up, she asked what I needed. If I stared too long at the window, she stepped closer. If I closed my eyes, someone came in to check whether I was still breathing. I had never been so trapped. I begged the Program in my head. “End it for me.” 【Isabella, I do not have permission to terminate your life. After mission failure, you must complete the exit yourself.】 Even death had rules.

This time I did not waste my voice begging for him to save me first. I dragged my phone out and dialed for an ambulance myself. In my last life, Maya had not actually been hurt that badly. Mason came running up. I had screamed at him to save the baby first. He had hesitated when he saw how much blood was on me, and started toward me. Maya had thrown herself into a hysterical fit at exactly the right moment, somehow knocked something on the dash, and the car had gone up in flames. By the time Mason and the squad got her out, it was too late.

“We understand it’s because you don’t have any experience with human blood, so don’t beat yourself up about it.” “Thank you,” Joana responded. Sometimes she wanted to yell at Dana for spying on her thoughts, but somehow, she felt glad about it because there were a lot of things she wanted to say, but just couldn’t put into words. She watched as the rest of them began choosing their prey one by one, drinking their blood, removing the venom and sealing the wounds before erasing their memories. It didn’t take long before they finished and when they did, they left the men unconscious in the room. Dana left a fat wad of cash for each of them in their pockets to thank them for their services. It d