Secrets Dyed in Blood

7

Author's Note: I do not own hazbin hotel in any case. A lot of the upcoming scenes will be quoted directly from the show along with some interruptions by the OC I created. This is all going to look super familiar if you have seen the episode. Yes, I'm taking a bit of creative liberty so that I can encompass more of the show. I have never really done a style before that directly relates to a scene. So, if it seems choppy or underwhelming, that is my excuse. Also, I used google translate for the spanish. I cannot say if it is accurate or not. I did some checking, but it could still be fucked up. I did my best. Please enjoy! 

I watched from a smaller tree branch near the entrance of the library. I promised that I would stay inside, but I did love to revel in the chaos sometimes. What can I say, there is a reason I am hellbound. I sipped on my coffee while I watched everyone panic in the park. People picked fights with each other over the stupidest things. Clara and Odette sat on either side of me. Their attention was on the new gun I possessed. Since I had little use for it, I figured they would enjoy playing with it first. Their eyes seemed to sparkle at the opportunity anyway. 

"So, you know that mother is a big fan of you," Clara comments as she loads a round into the chamber and aims at some moron walking by. My attention perked up to her. 

"I like her very much as well," I concurred. 

"You know if you try to hurt her, we will kill you," Odette commented as she watched her sister aim. A shot was fired. A man in the distance yelped in pain as he limped out of the park. "You may need to adjust your sites," Odette suggested to Clara. 

"That's what I'm thinking," Clara agreed. 

"Trust me girls, if anyone tries to lay a finger on your mother, I will make them regret ever stepping into my domain." The girls stared at me. 

"What can you do?" Clara asked. 

"We have yet to see you fight anyone," Odette added. "Mom was thinking that you do not know how to fight." 

"Quite the opposite, I assure you. I would not have lived for as long as I have without knowing the basics."  I gently waved my hand around and created sigils. "I needed your mother's services because I did not know what to expect from this current generation of demons. Turns out, most are not nearly as impressive as a few centuries ago." 

"How so?" Odette asked. 

"Everyone is so steeped in technology nowadays that they kind of lost the older ways of getting power. Through magic and sacrifice." I glanced at two gangs having a shootout just a little too close to my property for my liking. "Watch this." I pushed my sigils off toward the unnoticed crowd. Shark styled creatures and spiderlike demons stared at the sigils confused. 

"A century ago, people would be begging for their lives or running for the hills because sigils were of common use," I explained as I snapped my fingers. Blue rays of unholy fire shot out the sigils. "Not many can read sigils anymore," I continued as demons melted into slobs of crap on the sidewalk. No survivors. Just how I like it. "Nor can they tell what the sigil is in time to get away. They are so stuck in technology, but I can send an electromagnetic pulse strong enough to wipe out most of the pentagram's tech. Sad, really." The sigils faded away along with the demons. They would recover in a week or so. 

"How...how did you learn how to do that?" Odette questioned. She whipped out a notebook and pen, eager to learn. 

"Different time period," I explained. "A lot of people knew this. I have books about all kinds of magic. All kinds of deals you could make with different demons that could give you a power boost. If it were not for my own deal with Stolas, I would not know nearly as much as I do."