How Did Valentino Die In Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

He said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. It took a moment for the words to register and when they did, I was shaken. "You... you caused the accident," I whispered, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. If I had been in pain, this was agony. Cassian's smirk only grew wider. "Think whatever helps you sleep at night, Valerie. But do not bother coming back to the penthouse. I have already had the locks changed. Your disgusting clothes and your pathetic things have already been disposed of."

It glowed faintly from within. The Origin Book grew warm once again. Valerie understood immediately. This was the destination shown on the map. She reached forward carefully. The instant her fingers touched the crystal, the world dissolved around her. She did not lose consciousness. Instead, memories unfolded with astonishing clarity. She witnessed the final days of the first Vane. He did not die believing his brother hated him. He died believing reconciliation remained possible. Only after his death did the younger brother seize control of the Blood Oath. Valerie watched him rewrite ancient records.

He said happily. “No! Not my baby!”. Victoria cried out. “Wait. Hold on. Fabiano I thought we had a deal. I get the girl and you get the guy. What is this guy here talking about?”. “Oops”. Fabiano said with a shrug. “Sorry man, the deal is off”. Leonard said before pulling out a gun and shooting Valentino in the chest. A loud scream is heard from Victoria as Valentino falls to the floor clutching his chest. “Why did you kill him?!”. Victoria yelled at the crazy man.

“Valentino’s body was discovered about an hour ago in the service stairwell of the mezzanine level. The police are already canvassing the floors and knocking on doors for questioning. It’s only a matter of time before they get to your door.” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet planting firmly on the cool marble floor. I lit a cigarette, the Zippo snapping shut. The flame danced briefly, illuminating the dim suite before I inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine burn down my throat and sharpen the foggy edges of my mind. “It took them seven hours to stumble on him,” I said calmly, exhaling a slow plume of smoke curling toward the high ceiling. “I ended his life at precisely 10:12

“Air? Elena, someone died last night. You couldn’t have picked a worse time to disappear.” The word died makes my stomach twist. They both sit on the couch, and I follow, every movement feeling forced. “I know,” I finally admit. “It’s all over the news,” Valentina whispers. “Alessandro, your ex, is dead. They found him inside the bathroom. Stabbed to death.” Her voice drops. “They’re saying it wasn’t random.” Gianna adds, “People think it's your stepbrothers that did it. We saw them leave a few minutes after you left for the bathroom.”

She then looks at him again and whispers, “If you do manage to see Zachariah before he kills you, can you tell him that I am sorry?…” This time Valentino doesn't get a chance to answer as he then watches in horror as he takes another step forward, but she turns and slightly jumps over the edge, her sweet voice echoing as she screams, "Zzaacchhaarriiaahh..." Valentino lunges for Yasmine but misses her by millimetres, managing to stop just in time as a little of the cliff gave way under his foot. He leans over and watches as Yasmine hits the water and disappears. Valentino then steps back and growls at the loss.

If he ever got wind of this… if he found out I’d lied about my wife's death and kept her hidden on my top floor and then proceeded to marry his niece, he would never forgive me. It would be immediate death for all of us. My father, Damien, my guards. And even Valentina. Being his niece wouldn’t be enough reason to keep her alive. My throat tightened. I pushed a hand through my hair and forced air into my lungs. “What do we know?” Damien replied, “From what Domenico told us, they came in right as Serena tumbled down the stairs. Apparently, she’d attacked Valentina with a knife. If Valentina hadn’t moved out of the way, we’d be dealing with a different body right now.”

Another slow drag. “She can do whatever she wants.” Silence settled over the room. “Now,” he continued, flicking ash over the balcony railing, “since this matter is apparently over… I would like to rest.” Lorenzo stared at him suspiciously. I leaned back in my chair, hiding my smile. Because Valentino might look calm. But I knew him. And somewhere in the city tonight— Some poor bastard was probably about to die if he was anywhere near Valeria. --- Valentino left the office shortly after that, heading toward his room without another word.

He died too quickly. Valentina hoped exposing my hand in his death would spruce the need for revenge in Martino, it was a miscalculation on her part, I’m certain Martino danced for joy when he heard of Julio’s passing, a distant cousin who had hopes of inheriting zilch in this lifetime as long as julio had breath in his lung and retained his influence, ended up dead, his living daughter, disappeared off the surface of the earth. Yeah, he probably whipped out his dick and stroked off a quick one in excitement. That didn’t mean I trusted him to be on my side.

Like I was hypnotized. Suddenly, the door slammed, snapping me out of my zombie zone. "I am so sorry, didn't mean to startle you". Xavier muttered, staring at me with his cute hazel eyes. Something in his eyes made me feel safe and I smiled at him. "It's okay, babe". I am just tired and all... He cups my face and gives me a quick peck. "We will soon get home, princess". Then he fixed his seat belt and sped off. I never told him what I saw.