Hazbin Hotel Welcome To Heaven Novels & Stories

They formed in line, not taking their eyes off the automatic glass door where they will see three important figures soon. A little later, the door opened. Zion Fabroa, Cassius Fabroa and Harriet Avellino exited the glass door together. Suddenly, loud voices echoed in the space. “Welcome back!” the men in black enthusiastically greeted the three with bows. Zion could not believe this; that his grandpa will send these people just to welcome Cassius. Even Harriet was shocked. Even though she knew that she is the daughter of a billionaire, she is still not used of this kind of treatment, which for now, only applies to the men standing beside her.

Pillars stretched up into the sky with a large, crescent moon perched atop the four pillars to represent the grand Kingdom of Werewolves. "Welcome to Nova Aeria, Lady Hayden. Your new home." Beta Ian stated, a wide smile on his lips as he gestured at the stunning city. ***

And Hannah seemed to have no knowledge of that. Hannah slipped through the secret doorway finally and out into the human world, and Hadzen stepped faster still, nerving himself for nothing but losing her. He emerged onto the other side, immediately knocked back by all the sounds and lights and smells that filled the city. It was odd, unnerving, even, to be out in the human world after all these years and yet he couldn't help but feel a little thrill as he scanned his surroundings.

Ressi shielded his eyes, squinting into the brilliance. "Arrival confirmed," a voice announced. It wasn't a human voice. It was melodic, calm, and possessed a fatherly warmth that felt entirely manufactured. It resonated from every wall, every ceiling, and every floor. "Welcome, travelers, to the Sanctuary of the Steel Shell. You have escaped the chaos. You have been chosen for Purification." The Ritual of the Scrub

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

Rose hesitate but her mother grabbed her hand slowly and they walked into the castles towards the halls. "I hope your health is doing good" Rose nodded twisting the lace over her wrist, "Your highness, If I may, I know this might not be a good day or a good way to approach you. But, I promise to keep you safe forever, take my hand in marriage" Rose was more disgusted than shock.

After about half an hour in the room I decided I should call Dad and let him know we arrived safely. "Hello," Dad answered. "Hi Dad I just wanted to call and let you know we got here okay." I said. "That's good Babe how is it there? I hope the room is okay and the hotel and everything else." He replied. "It's awesome Dad, it's so beautiful here. The resort Is so big and luxurious. Rested upon eight acres of white sandy beaches with a golf course and casino, spa and pools. And this room is so huge and amazing and beautiful and so luxurious I feel like I am in heaven. Thank you so much dad I appreciate everything."

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

I couldn’t look back. My gaze locked onto the floor, my heels clicking softly against the marble tiles as I walked. My heart pounded wildly, like a drumbeat echoing in my ears, drowning out the soft music still playing in the background. I braced myself, waited for the cruel laughter, the disgusted whispers about how an omega like me had the nerve to show her face. But they didn’t come. Instead, I heard something else. “Look at her.” “Is that... Skye?” “She looks like a freaking angel.”

A cool air of damp limestone and old iron whizzes past Heaven’s nose, and—due to the silence within the vicinity—she suspects there may be fewer or no souls living around the area. Glancing up, there aren’t any electric wire crossings either, which means Ziason wasn’t kidding when he told her to forfeit her phone. He really was bringing her to an uncivilized area. “Just out of curiosity, Mr. Father,” Heaven starts while jogging to catch up with Ziason’s long strides, “would I be allowed the liberty to use a TV, at least? I cant be dancing everyday all year long, and I’ll certainly grow bored.” The guy doesn’t respond. Instead, he pushes open the heavy, iron, double doors of the tower that us