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...
After having another nightmare befitting a Stephen King horror movie...Azrael was promptly sent to Hell by a "serenely" smiling Raphael with the strict orders to talk things out with the therapy crew.
Therapy Crew meaning: Abigail, with the added support of Josephine, little baby Clementine, his beloved little brother LuLu, the lovely Lilith, his adorable Niece and Nephews, the entirety of the Hazbin Hotel Crew, the Pirate Crew of Rasim Najjar + Miruku can't forget about Miruku, and if all else fails then to go visit the Community Center kiddos and stroll around Hell to clear his head.
Raguel chuckled at that explanation when he arrived at the portal without his actual plague spear/soul reaping scythe. He had his twin sickles and green obsidian training knives. It was the deadpanned expression that got Raguel to laugh.
Azrael rolled his eyes. "It's only a day or two Raguel. One bad dream and his response is to send me down there...honestly I'm not going senile from a lack of sleep for one night."
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Now Azrael was in Hell busy lighting fire between his fingertips in boredom as he sat on the ledge on a building.
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"Huh...can't believe I almost forgot that Halloween is only a few days away."
He jumped off the twenty foot high-rise. He landed on the sidewalk without making a sound and startled a few Imps over this sudden appearance.
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