This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
As much as Angel Dust try's to deny it he was a mafia kid and he had an itchy trigger finger and the urge to unload a few round of bullets of his guns. Tonight however he was being chaperoned by the Death Angel's pet? Companion? Whatever that Flying Eyeball was to Azrael it's been a constant aggravating reminder that it's not going to let him do whatever the 🤬 he wants. Now it's not like he wasn't looking for trouble it usually tends to find him wether he wants it to or not.
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The one thing it did allow was the explosive chaos to porn industries. Which was both weird because it's vandalism and also gratifying because what Azrael said about having his back regarding Valentino was being validated. He set off the smoke bomb...
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Aimed his Tommy gun...and fired the entire round at the windows of Valentino's office creating larger cracks in the already tiny chipped fractures in the glass from Arackniss's last bullet barrage. He would've left by then had Raz not decided to go awol and swoop down from the sky like a peregrine falcon! Raz changed his relatively small but wickedly sharp raven talons into the kitchen knife talons of a peregrine! With a single swipe of his talons and Raz sliced deep cracks into the weakest point of the glass making it shatter.
Valentino's angry yells cued Angel Dust into make his hastily timed retreat with his disguised Raven chaperone in toe.
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"So Long Big V! Hahahahaha!"
He was out of dodge with Big V's lackeys and near the outskirts of the Italian district of Pride right now. He was running and jumping along the rooftops when he suddenly heard a familiar gruff voice cursing below him. He looked down and saw that this ruckus was happening only a few blocks down from a popular Italian casino.
