Hazbin Devils
As a disclaimer, I own no rights to Devil May Cry and Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss. Characterisation of Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss characters are based on current details and will not accurately reflect any official canon introduced later on. Haven't posted in for a long time now, and I thought I'd flex my writing a bit, and hopefully finish a story for once.
Lucifer was no stranger to strange occurrences that permeate Hell from time-to-time. Having been around for many millennia, the fallen angel had seen it all from humans accidentally stumbling into Hell because of a stupid dare to dangerous demon hunters of unknown origin that passed by (thankfully) without much fuss. He prided his Hell to be one of the more cultured ones, and perhaps that was the reason why they were left alone for the most part. Rarely do other demons from other Hells visited his realm, and it's even rarer that he personally made acquaintances with any of them. After all, Lucifer had better things to do, like taking out any upstarts that thought they could one up the ruler of hell for example. Most of the time, these demons were always there by some sort of accident and most of them thought they could take a foothold in his realm. Minor annoyances mostly.
There was, however, one particular demon that he remembered befriending. Despite his demonic looks, Sparda was surprisingly refined in his speech and mannerisms. Even that had translated quite well into his human form, a form of a handsome gentleman whose eyes still had the twinkle of a devil inside them. Lucifer was not afraid to admit that he had a little crush on him. As for how Sparda got there, it had been such a long time ago that he could not remember all the details, but it had something to do with a demon he was fighting that managed to steal his weapon and cast him into a different hell. It took a while for Lucifer to convince Stolas to help open a portal back to Sparda's dimension, but during that time, both had formed a friendship. Sparda had continued to occasionally make private visits to Lucifer's place for some talk. On some occasions, he even returned the favour by visiting Fortuna where Sparda ruled for a time.
The last time he had seen his extradimensional demon friend was many decades ago when he said he was expecting something but he never explained what it was about. It had been total silence since then. Frankly, he had almost forgotten about Sparda until today when one of his aides told him of the appearance of two humans with white hair appearing in the plains just outside of Pentagram City.
-Chapter 1-
Being a well-known pornstar certainly has its perks. Demons from all walks of life would like nothing more than to have a piece of you, and they were willing to dance in your palm just for a chance to sleep with you. However, it also has a tendency of attracting unwanted attention., and unwanted attention was exactly what Angel Dust got when he decided to take a shortcut through a back alley. He was no stranger to danger; Hell was full of it after all. It was more annoying than anything else, but it never hurt to be careful whenever possible. There was a shadowy figure trailing him, their pace matching his but Angel pretended not to take notice. His boots clacked noisily in the quiet alleyway and his mouth curved into a smile as thought of a way to ambush whoever was following him.
Angel had left his Tommy Gun back at home that day, but he had a Colt 1911 stowed away. Should be enough to put him out of commission, he thought. As he made a left turn by an electronics shop and passed a back-alley butcher shop, he heard the footsteps behind him quicken. Beneath his fancy leather coat, an extra arm emerged with the pistol in hand and he pulled the hammer down with his thumb. Before that however, he turned around to see who was following him. The section of the alleyway was dark, so recognising the stalker was out of the question. He did see a pair of brilliant yellow eyes staring at him along with a hunched stance and a knife in the left hand. Judging by the silhouette's shape, Angel guessed it was a wolf demon.
"Look, sweetheart, if you wanted a piece of me, all you had to do was ask," he said in a confident and unfazed manner. "We could work out a price."
"I ain't interested in you, faggot," the stalker replied with a snarl. "But I smell money on ya, and it's mine."
"Faggot?" Angel repeated with a chuckle. "You gotta do better than that," he said. Underneath his buttoned-up coat, his extra arm took aim at the wolf.
The wolf grabbed Angel by the collar and pulled him closer, his knife hand raised to the spider demon's neck with the blade touching his throat. "Quit stalling if you know what's good for ya. Gimme the money now."
"I got something better than money," Angel remarked with a grin.
He was about to fire but the wolf somehow knew what he was hiding and quickly pinned him against a wall. It threw his aim off and the bullet that was shot through his coat struck a nearby building a ricochet off it. Angel tried to readjust his aim but the wolf demon dropped his knife and tore through his coat to yank the pistol out of his grip. He turned the pistol back at Angel and pressed it on his forehead.
"I know your trick, you slut, so I came prepared."
"What the fuck!" Angel retorted angrily. "That was my best coat! Do you know how much I spent getting that?!"
"I don't care!" the wolf snarled back. He pistol-whipped Angel's forehead before he could react, causing him to fall onto the ground unceremoniously. "Asshole, making me go through all this nonsense."
While Angel was still dazed from the hit, the wolf began rummaging his coat pockets and purse for any money he could find. Unfortunately, all he managed to get his hands on was a bottle of lube, a packet of condoms, a phone, and a bit of cash that amounted only to 12.25. Fuming at such a dismal pay-out, the wolf demon kicked Angel in the stomach, causing him to gasp in pain. Angel turned to stare weakly but angrily at his attacker but was given another kick to the chest. He heard the 1911's hammer cock.
"Here I was thinking someone such as you woulda been rolling in cash. You're about as dry as my ex's pussy," he growled.
Angel winced as he heard the pistol fire, but he swore he heard a second shot ring out from somewhere nearby. There was no searing pain associated to being shot at. It could not have been a blank, that was fore sure. Did the wolf somehow miss at such close range? Or did something actually intercept the fired bullet? The wolf's expression was that of a bewildered one, and he turned to his right to look at something. Angel managed to crane his neck and, through blurry vision, saw another figure nearby. This figure was closer to a light source, just enough so that he could see a person in a dirty red jacket holding up black and white-coloured pistols. Judging by the body shape, it had to be a male, but his face was still hidden in darkness. What made Angel even more surprised was the fact that the body looked awfully like a human.
"Wha – who the hell?!" the wolf exclaimed.
He raised the 1911 and aimed at the other person, but before he could even respond in kind, another shot rang out and the pistol was shot out of his hand. It somersaulted away and landed into a nearby opened dumpster. A round discharged from the fallen pistol, causing a thunderous boom and a sharp clang as the bullet punched through the thin metal wall. The wolf had taken a few seconds to register what had happened and only just realised his gun was gone. Angel Dust attempted to get back onto his feet, only to be knocked down by the wolf demon. Right after that, the wolf rushed at the mysterious person with fangs bared and claws ready to rip and tear.
The wolf had only managed to take a few inches of steps forward before he was promptly intercepted by a red blur that knocked him onto his ass with a quick punch to the gut. For someone who smelled like a hobo, this mysterious punk definitely did not act like one. Not wanting to admit defeat, he leapt onto his feet and rushed again. A flurry of kicks greeted his abdomen and face that knocked most of the wind out of him. The kicks stopped, and the wolf did not have time to react before the final crescent kick across his face sent him tumbling backwards with a few fangs knocked out of his mouth. Blood trailed across the floor as he sailed across the air like a ragdoll before slamming into a wall and cratering it. With his energy spent and in excruciating pain, the wolf demon fell limply into a puddle with a splash.
By that time, Angel Dust had managed to get back onto his feet a second time. He coughed up a bit of blood, but all things considered, he was mostly alright. The pain in his stomach and chest would go away in time. The first thing he did after dusting his clothes was to see the mysterious person who was a few feet away from him. It annoyed him that the person was standing in exactly the same dark spot as the wolf had before.
"Well, aren't you a dramatic one," Angel said. "Coming to save me before he can shoot." The other person didn't respond, but he did nod at the comment. "Who're you anyway?"
The sound of sirens had cut short the conversation and the mysterious stranger took off in the opposite direction. As he passed through a brightly lit area, Angel noticed the person had unkempt white hair. Since the alleyway that went the opposite direction was curved, the stranger had disappeared around the corner without Angel being able to see his face. One thing was for sure, the person definitely had the physique of a human.
"I need a place to stay for the night."
The lizard demon receptionist raised an eyebrow but she just accepted the money that was placed on the desk without a word. Must be another nomad, not that it was any of her problem as long as they paid. The person in front of her wore a tattered cloak and was obviously a male judging by the voice, but he was trying rather hard not to have his face seen as his head was lowered to the point that only his mouth and chin could be seen. How he could see in front of him was beyond her. His gloved hand was strangely human; then again, demons came in all sorts of shapes and sizes so maybe this one just had human-like hands. The guy had no other luggage with him except for a weapon that looked like a katana.
She handed the cloaked figure a key to Room 50. "Elevator, 5th floor to your right," she said.
The hooded figure nodded his head silently and went on his way. She stared at him for a bit as he made his way to the elevator lobby. His body structure looked way too similar to a human. There was no demon-defining feature, no tail, no horns, nothing that looked animalistic. It reminded her of Charlotte and Lucifer. Could this be a relative? He certainly did not look like one, not pale enough compared to them and he certainly did not act like royalty. Something about him felt different, like he had an aura about him that emanated power. The hooded stranger stepped into an empty elevator, and when the door closed, that feeling immediately subsided for the lizard demon.
"I need a drink," she muttered to herself while shaking her head. "I think I'm hallucinating."
The hooded stranger found his room to be rather spacious and well-kept for a budget hotel. He cannot say the same for the bedsheets however. Whoever was there before him certainly left quite a questionable mess on the bed and housecleaning did not seem bothered enough to change it. No need to call the front desk, him being there was already risky enough as it is. The sooner he could find his brother and a way back to their dimension, the better off everyone would be. He had tried it prior to going into hiding, but Yamato would not do anything for some unknown reason. He was cutting thin air and nothing more.
After removing the bedsheets and tossing it into the closet, the hooded stranger dropped his sword onto the bed and removed the tattered makeshift robes he was wearing. How fortunate it was that he found it in a trash pile just outside of the city along with some money left in the pocket. Either someone was forgetful or that was a secret stash, it does not matter. He just hoped his brother managed to avoid attention.
There was a lot to do, but for the moment, he needed a good shower.
"Where are they then?" Lucifer asked the police chief.
"Unknown, your majesty. We went exactly to the location you specified and found some blood, but that's about it. No sign of any 'white-haired humans". There were reports of them being spotted in Pentagram City, but the officers couldn't confirm it," the bull demon replied in a business-like manner.
Lucifer gave the chief an odd look. "Why're you sending out squads to look for them? I'm not asking you to arrest them; I just want you to bring them to me so I can talk to them."
"You mean we weren't supposed to use excessive force?"
"Oh, hell no," Lucifer replied with a dismissive wave. "Not for this case at least. They're guests, so do me a favour and just ask around and be nice to them."
"Well, alright then, your majesty," the bull demon replied in an unsatisfied tone. Before he opened the door, he paused and turned to look at Lucifer. He stared back with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't mind me asking, since when were you acquainted with humans?"
"I've always been acquainted with humans. It's how some of them end up in hell anyway, bless them" Lucifer said casually.
The bull demon snorted. "Of course, your majesty. I'll pull back the cops," he said. Before he left the hall, the prince of hell heard him mutter something along the lines of 'making things hard for him' and 'where to find them'.
After the police chief left, Lucifer chuckled softly and walked towards an open window. He leaned on the sill and looked up at the sky. The sky was getting cloudy and the sounds of distant thunder rumbled in the air. Now that he thought about it, he realised the storm came just as Razzle and Dazzle told him about the sudden appearance of two white-haired males. Something similar happened when Sparda was cast into his hell all those centuries ago. It was interesting to say the least.
"Two white-haired humans…Sparda never showed his human form openly here…and there's two of them. Did he have children?" Lucifer asked no one in particular. Thinking about it, he shrugged. "I guess I'll see for myself soon enough."
