Faith's POV
Once I saw that Alastor was holding some kinda furry white thing, I immediately knew it was a Pomeranian. I literally threw my phone across the lobby and ran to him. "How....in the FUCK is this precious thing down here in Hell!?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening. Alastor smiled and shrugged. "Just found him on the side of the road. Poor thing." He said. I pet the small woofer and he licked my hand. My heart just melted. "Oh my gosh I'm gonna die!" I said with excitement, smiling for the first time in years. And this one was genuine.
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Hell isn't so bad anymore
RandomA lil book about our ocs Nora and Faith in Hazbin Hotel!
