AN: Sorry forgot to post this this morning. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel
Pentagram City was infamous for many things, but the biggest would have to be its sinful and colorful nightlife. There wasn't one street that didn't have clubs, bars, strip dens, and drug halls that were there to cater to every vice imaginable and unimaginable. Even with the effort that the Hazbin Hotel system had made in helping sinners and demons find redemption, there was always going to be that seedy underbelly that Pentagram City was never going to wash out. Naturally, it had its power players who ruled the streets with fear and might in such a depraved state of affairs. Of all the Overlords that played the deadly game in Pentagram City, there were none more dangerous than the "VVV Overlords" or "The Three V's," as they are sometimes called.
The first was Velvet, the only female of the group and arguably the one that held the glue of the three together. The Doll Demon was perhaps the craziest of the three V's but was also the closest to being the kindest. Despite her unknown past, Velvet had managed to create a foothold in the food and potion market with elixirs ranging from sexual gratification to boiling one's skin alive. She was a childish demon who could be as kind as a butterfly in one minute and as vicious as a cobra the next. She was a dangerous but sweet psychopath.
The second was Vox, who held a firm monopoly on technology in Hell with many social media platforms owned by him. A former media corporate owner when he was alive, Vox was a master at electronics and anything to do with technology. He had one of the biggest businesses in all of Hell, with most homes owning something that had his name on it, literally since he had one massive ego like his big-screen head. It was often said that he was the most level-headed of the three, not that it meant much as he was easily riled up by someone who bruised his ego. Something a former Radio Demon did a lot when he lived in Hell.
Finally, Valentino, the one who held the most power and fear not just in Pentagram City but other areas in Hell. A pimp in his former life, Valentino didn't change his ways upon arriving in Hell but embraced it and furthered his operations until he was pretty much King of the Pimps. Nearly every porn studio, strip club, and prostitution ring in Pentagram City was owned by him, along with a few drug dens. The Moth Demon was ruthless to his enemies and even worse to his employees, who he drugged, abused, raped, and killed if they didn't obey. His name was whispered in fear as he did anything he could to earn the one thing he really loved: money. It was also this specific Overlord that Blitzo and Angel were going to kill tonight.
The Static Box was a club that Valentino and Vox owned together, and the outside aesthetic showed it. The entire entrance was crafted to look like a giant TV screen playing advertisements endlessly either about the club itself or the various businesses and investments the VVV Overlords had. Strobe lights were flashing everywhere to get paying customers attention as half-naked succubus demons of all genders danced in levitating cages around the club, shaking their money makers to turn potential customers on. Club music could be heard a mile away from speakers set up from the edges of the building with some drunks dancing to it in small groups while a long line of ravers went around the corner waiting to get in.
"I swear I'm getting seizures just seeing this place," Blitzo commented as he looked at the club from across the street in the car he and Angel rented. While Blitzo was decked in his usual outfit, along with some body armor for protection, Angel had dressed up in an oversized trench coat, fedora hat, and cloth mask to hide his appearance. Angel might have been safe to show his fancy angel wings and halo at the hotel, but outside of it, especially in this area of the city, he would have hundreds of demons aiming to kill him.
"Vox never really did have any taste in style. It doesn't get any better on the inside," Angel said, shrugging. "Of course, the only thing Valentino gives to this place is the hookers and drugs, yet he gets sixty percent of the profit despite Vox doing the rest."
"How the hell does he get away with that?" Blitzo asked in disbelief. If anybody screwed him with a deal in which he was only getting forty percent of the profits, he'd buckshot them faster than you could say "Fuck You.".
"Valentino has Vox by the balls, literally," Angel snorted before shaking his head. "The two are a 'couple,' but they're as much of a real couple as Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman were. Valentino is abusive to everyone he sleeps with, and Vox is no exception. They've broken up and gotten together so many times it's sickening, and Vox is such a submissive bitch to the guy despite being used by Val that it's almost sad."
"So he doesn't love him? Just use him?" Blitzo asked, with Angel nodding at him.
"Listen, Blitz, there are only three things that Valentino loves. Himself. Money. And power. Everything else is just a means to get the latter two while looking out for number one. He has no care for others. No concept of friendship, love, affection, or care. The guy will do anything to get what he wants, be it with lies, violence, blackmail, or whatever else you can think of. He's scum, and the universe will be better off without him."
"So why would he support these radicals?" Blitzo asked as he tried to make heads or tails why a flesh peddler, even one as powerful as Valentino, would support a bunch of fanatics to assassinate Stolas. "What does he get out of killing Stolas?"
"No idea. I knew they hated each other since Val always cursed Stolas' name whenever it was brought up, but I don't know why," Angel admitted. "But we can always ask him."
"Got any plans on getting through the front door?" Blitzo asked as he pointed to the heavily guarded entrance with his thumb. "The moment either of us walks in there, we're going to get filled with lead. Especially since you're in God's good graces now instead of Val's."
"I've done some work here before I went to the Hazbin Hotel," Angel answered with a smirk. "There's a staff entrance that can get us inside. From there, it's just a matter of silently killing the guards until we're ready to let the bass drop."
Blitzo nodded as he put the car in drive and started to make a turn.
At a lone entrance in the back of the club, a grey horse anthro demon with a skull for a face and black burning eyes was standing near the entrance smoking a cigarette. Sighing, the horse demon wondered what the fuck he had done to be in a place like this. Besides work as a mercenary for hire and killing a lot of innocent people, that is. Arriving in Hell hadn't been a shock for Vincent Anders when he died in that shoot-out with police thirty years ago. Having killed so many people for cash with his group, he'd be almost disappointed if he didn't end up inhaling sulfur for the rest of his eternity.
Since there was always a need for a bodyguard, it wasn't hard finding a job, but working for Valentino was just the worst. Vincent usually didn't care who his employer was so long as he got paid, but the shit that his boss was into had finally made Vincent crack. The stuff he saw going on in these so-called "clubs" was nightmarish, even for him. Yet, he could do nothing because Valentino would just hunt him down and skewer him alive if he quit. Fucking hell. What I would give to get out of this fucking job.
A click of a gun behind his head made him realize that maybe he would get his wish sooner than he thought. Knowing it would take a real pro to sneak up behind him, Vincent sighed and closed his eyes. Even if it was temporary, death was welcomed at this point if it meant not working for Valentino anymore.
"Hey, Vinny," A familiar voice said. One that he remembered pretty well since Valentino always brought his favorite pet around him like a dog on a leash. He slowly turned around and saw a smirking Angel Dust, now just usually called "Angel," in their circles due to his new redeemed status, pointing a large four-barrel gun at his face. The weapon was your typical angel-designed gun with a pure white casing, golden grip, and a silver cross as a rear sight, only this one had four barrels on it and the words "Kiss Me" engraved in pink with a lipstick mark on it. There were three other versions of this in each of Angel's hands but with the words "Spank Me," "Hug Me," and "Love Me" on it.
"Angel," Vincent replied with a relaxed tone, yet he couldn't help but gulp upon seeing that he was this close to full-on oblivion. "Been a while."
"Yeah, it is. How's Vicky?" Angel asked as if they were old friends catching up, and yet he never once lowered the gun.
"We broke up last year," Vincent replied with a shrug. "She wanted marriage. I didn't."
"Eh, you should try it. A lot of folks I know are pretty happy as a married couple," Angel commented before asking, "Val inside?"
"Yeah, he and Vox are enjoying themselves in the usual place," Vincent answered before raising an eyebrow. "Are you here to kill him?"
"Not yet, but it's on the list for my friend here and me," He nodded over to an imp in a black trench coat who was leaning on the wall nearby. How Vincent never saw him appear surprised him before Angel continued, "We're just going to have a little rave fun first. Why don't you take the night off? You're about to be unemployed tonight, so you might as well go out and enjoy yourself."
It only took Vincent a second to think of his answer. Taking off his earpiece and turning it off, he nodded to Angel. "Sure, sounds like a good idea."
"Knew you were a smart guy, Vinny," Angel said as he pulled the gun away. "If you're looking for a job. The Hazbin Hotel has a few openings for a bodyguard."
"I'll send a resume," Vincent said as he turned around and made his way out of the alley without once looking back. It took him a few blocks to fully realize what he had done before he paused and wondered if he did the right thing. Well, either way, I'm getting drunk tonight.
"You sure it was a good idea to let that guy go?" Blitzo asked as he readied his silenced M1911.
"Vincent was one of the good ones when I was working for Val," Angel said as he opened the door and saw the coast was clear so far. Said entrance was nothing more than an enormous shoe rack, set of lockers, and a few coat hangers. The two entered and swept the area before hearing footsteps coming in. They hugged the walls opposite of the entrance with Blitzo on the left and Angel on the right. An overweight devil with tiny wings and a pink suit walked into the room before getting gutted by Blitzo in the stomach with an angel steel knife. Angel then hit in the back of the head with one of his pistols, and he went down or the count.
Leaving the knocked-out piece of shit on the floor to bleed to death, the two proceed down the hallway. "After Val had his fun time with me, Vincent used to help me get patched up and later paid for my dinner sometimes when I was starving afterward. I figured I owed him. Had a crush on the guy for a few weeks before I learned he was straight. It's always the nice ones you can't get, huh?"
The two continued onward without stopping. Occasionally, they saw a guard or a worker who they knocked out or killed, depending on their status. The hallway was pretty much a straightforward path until they reached a large black door with the sign "XXX" over it in neon pink with a few heart lights.
"Three guess what this place is," Blitzo said with a heavy sigh as he turned to Angel, who was looking at the place with a grim look. "How many guys are going to be in there?"
"A lot," Angel said, lifting his guns. "The moment we get in there is when the shooting starts, and Val will know we're there. There are a lot of sex workers in there as well, so watch your fire."
"Anyone armed in there going to be spared like your friend outside?" Blitzo asked as he took off his jacket, revealing a Mossberg 590 strapped to his back and numerous pistols he had in holders on his chest. Taking the shotgun out, he loaded it with a unique type of buckshot that Katya had given him before placing more on the speedloader attached to it. Not only were they angel buckshot, but they also were mixed in with Dragonfire shells for an added burned taste.
"Nope," Angel said with a grin. "They all get what's coming to them."
"Good," Blitzo said before kicking down the door. Immediately three guards were greeted with a combination of shotgun blasts and rapid pistol fire that left their corpses smoldering on the ground. Their demonic essences had barely left their bodies before the two charged forward as screams from the sex workers were heard from hearing the gunshots.
The hallways were a mix of white and black with various nude photos of girls lying around and machines for drinks, drugs, and condoms. Passing by, you could see the multiple rooms for different kinds of sex play, from S&M to diaper play. Each either empty or with someone inside being pleasured or waiting for a customer. When they heard the gunshots and saw who was here, especially with one of them having a halo, they quickly ducked for cover and closed the door.
Walking down the hallway, both Blitzo and Angel took cover behind two drug vending machines while waiting for more goons to appear. One of them, a lion demon holding a sub-machine gun, nearly bolted out of one of the sex rooms until he saw what he was facing and tried to run back in.
Blitzo was faster with his shotgun blast as he managed to get him in the arm, blowing it clean off before his chest started to catch on fire. He screamed in agony before Angel silenced him with a blast to the head. Another figure came out, a succubus male dressed as a nurse who looked outside and gasped. "A-Angel?"
"Hey, Lenny," Angel said with a wink. "Get dressed and get out of here. I'm here to send Val to early retirement for good."
"...FUCK YEAH!" The succubus screamed with joy before running past the two while laughing up a storm.
"Does everybody know your name?" Blitzo asked eyebrow raised.
"You know how many dicks I've sucked?" Angel snorted before charging forward.
They turned around the corner, where they continued their way forward until someone shot at them from behind. Blitzo spun around on his heels and fired a shot, knocking the shooter back into a window where they lay there covered in bullet holes. Meanwhile, Angel was about to turn left when he ducked to avoid getting shot in the face by a praying mantis-looking demon with a pistol. Angel just swept his leg under him before firing three of his four guns at the mantis's thorax and the other at his head.
Four more goons came outside of another sex studio where they were all half-naked as the full-on sex workers, male and female, rushed out in a panic. They started firing their AK-47's while Angel took cover and Blitzo rolled to the other side of the corner. Distracting them, they aimed their guns at the imp and tried to fire at him, but this allowed Angel to fire back at them himself. His aim proved to be accurate as three of the four goons went down screaming while Blitzo took the fourth one out by himself with a shotgun blast.
Reloading his weapon, he noticed something from Angel as the redeemed demon checked to make sure the bodies were dead. "How come you aren't reloading?"
"Oh, the bullets just reload themselves automatically," Angel answered with a grin. "It's basically like having infinite ammo. Benefits of being an angel."
"Yeah, you get all the cheat codes," Blitzo muttered.
The two proceeded forward until they got fired again when turning another corner where a goblin demon took potshots from another drug vending machine. Blitzo dived down and fired at the machine, where his angelic and Dragonfire mixed buckshot caused the drugs to explode in a chemical reaction that saw the imp turned aflame. Screaming, he ran around trying to put the fire out until Blitzo snapped his neck with a brutal hit from the butt of his shotgun.
Rushing out into a bigger open room, they saw four armed guards loading their guns while a female imp demon behind a large secretary desk gasped upon seeing them. She reached for a pistol while diving for a big red panic-looking button, but Angel blew her head off before she could do anything while using his extra limbs to fire at the four guards. Two more guards burst out of a large double door at the opposite end and started firing, but Angel had dived behind the desk for cover before they could get him. Blitzo then covered him by shooting the goons twice before an elevator opened up behind them.
Doing a 180, Blitzo nearly held his fire upon seeing a little winged wolf demon, near the age of ten, gasping as a giant overweight humanoid demon with red spiked hair and wearing nothing but panties to show his oily chest held his hands on her chest in fear. That was more than enough for Blitzo to blow the bastard's head split open with a gunshot.
The little winged wolf just stood there staring at Blitzo with wide eyes as he lowered his gun and slowly approached her with confusion and concern. She was dressed in a blue school girl's uniform like you would see in some anime show, but it was her eyes that scared Blitzo the most. He had seen that expression multiple times in Hell, but always with someone older. The eyes that held no life in them and were begging for death. She didn't look like she was injured, but seeing who she was with and the fact he was practically groping the little girl even before he died made it clear how badly she had been injured inside.
Blitzo slowly approached her and held her hand. She winced for a bit but gulped. "Are you okay?"
"...I'm good," she whispered.
"You mean you're unharmed?" Blitzo asked, but there was a bit of hesitation.
"...I'm good," the winged wolf girl answered again.
"Jesus help us," Angel whispered in horror as he rushed over to the girl and gently held her. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
"...Are you my new daddy Papa Vally set me up for the evening?" She whispered before turning to the dead corpse behind her. "My current one seems to be dead."
Blitzo got out one of his pistols and shot the corpse in the crotch a few times before turning to Angel in frustration. " What. The. Fucking. Hell? Seriously, he does this kind of shit too?!"
"No, Val never went this far when I was working for him," Angel whispered, but his eyes were glowing white, and his halo was flaring up. "I want answers too. Wait here. I'm certain a bovine demoness is here, and if she is, I'll have those answers."
He placed a hand over the girl, and it glowed before she yawned and fell asleep. Gently, Angel handed her to Blitzo and went off into the hallway before turning the corner. Blitzo took a moment to look at this little winged wolf girl and couldn't help but picture Loona in her place. Blitzo could stand a lot of shit, but using kids as sex workers was a low even he couldn't tolerate. Sure, it wasn't illegal in Hell, but even some demons had standards. Unfortunately, there were always those who had none. Blitzo's personal opinion of Valentino was one he thought couldn't get any lower, but the proof in his arms right now showed that it can.
Suddenly, there was screaming, yelling, and then a gunshot or two before everything went quiet. Blitzo watched as a few other sex workers started appearing from their rooms and stared at the imp curiously or were already running out of the halls. Some looked at him with fear, while others were looking like he was their savior. He could see burn marks, scratches, bruises, and more all over their bodies. The smell of sweat, cum, and blood mixed with their scents filled the air, as well as the occasional shit and piss showing just how sick and twisted some of the customers of this place could really be. They were of all various races, genders, and ages. Though none of them were as young as the little sleeping demon in his arms. A few looked at her with pity and others with relief, but they all shared the same sympathetic gaze that made Blitzo wonder how long this had been going on.
Angel soon reappeared while dragging someone by the arm. It was a young cow-looking humanoid female in black panties with six boobs that were lactating, much to Blitzo's disgust. Unlike normal cows, she was black and red instead of black and white, and she had four horns with two devilish eyes that were currently screaming at Angel as if he was a bug. It was clear that she wasn't that popular since some of the workers were just glaring at the bitch or smiling in satisfaction as she was dragged around like a piece of meat. There was even a transgender imp who spat on her as she walked past and flicked her the bird.
"Fuck Angel! Let me go! Stop it!" The cow demoness begged as she was thrown to the floor. Her hateful glare soon did a 180 as her eyes soon started to tear up once she had a gun pointed at her face. She got on her knees and put her hands into a prayer motion while looking up at Angel with fear. "Please don't kill me! I...I always respected you! I'll change, I swear! Praise God! Praise Jesus! Praise Mother Mary! I'll sin no more just-"
"For Metatron's sake Jessica, will you shut up?" Angel asked, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to kill you. I want answers, and depending on what you say, I might let you live."
"O-Oh, s-sure..." Jessica muttered while a few were upset that she wasn't dead yet and started booing. Blitzo raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. Whoever this Jessica girl was, she must have done something really slimy to get her such treatment. "Y-You know I was always a good friend when you were working here."
"Bitch, you sold anybody out to Val to avoid him getting rough with you, so don't play that nice girl shit. A number of us got to suffer because you were a snitch," Angel snorted before crossing both his arms. "How many of us did you rat out for sleeping in just for an extra ten minutes? Or accepting tips? Or even whispering hopes of getting out of this lifestyle?"
"Yeah, that bitch ratted me out when I took an extra smoke break!"
"She told Val's enforcers I was skipping work to see my mother!"
"She spread the rumor that I wasn't getting men turned on enough! Bitch, I can make a Tibetan monk break his vow with my ass alone!"
Jessica growled and snapped at her accusers. "Shut up! It's everybody for themselves in this joint! And the only reason you're angry is that I was smart enough to think of ratting you whores out first before you did it to me! You all hate me because you're jealous of me!"
Angel just snorted and shook her head. "I'm glad to see some things didn't change when I left. You ever realize that maybe we didn't like you because you were a selfish weasel? We all had to deal with hard shit working with Valentino. I know more than anyone, but we still looked out for each other and had each other's backs. You? The only friend you have is the flies you leave when you talk shit out of your mouth."
"What the fuck do you want, Angel," Jessica growled. "What are you doing here anyway? Trying to save us or some bullcrap like that?"
"I'm ending Val once and for all. But before I go deal with that pimp dick, I want to know something, and since you're always on top of what's what, I want to know one thing." Angel pointed to the sleeping wolf girl. "What's Val doing with her? Better question. What sick shit has that son of a bitch started doing now?!"
Jessica looked hesitant to answer before she sighed and looked down in disgust. "Business hasn't been good for a good while. With more demons looking to get redeemed or do better with their lives, money isn't coming as much as it used to. So Valentino's... expanded his clients' tastes."
"You mean he's letting children get raped by pedophiles," Blitzo growled, his tail whipping back and forth.
"Yes, and other things," Jessica whispered.
"Like?" Angel asked.
"...I don't know!" Jessica whimpered as she looked at Angel with hope for mercy. "I'm telling the truth, Angel Dust!"
"Yeah? Well, I'm going to find out for myself," Angel said as he slowly pulled out a ring of various colored crosses that were giving Blitzo such a bad feeling he jumped back nearly two feet. He wasn't the only one, as every other demon hissed and jumped back. Some even clawed the ceiling or floors upon sensing the power behind these crosses.
Regular crosses were nothing to demons despite what the movies made mortals believe. They had to be blessed, especially to have any sort of effect on demons. And these, most likely made from Heaven itself, were precisely just that. Jessica was too scared to move, but it was clear she was just as intolerant to their presence as the rest of them. The cow demoness just sat there as Angel flicked through cross after cross, showing then one by one to Jessica until he reached a bronze-colored one with two diagonal rods going through the vertical one. This causes Jessica to scream and hiss in terror like an animal before she starts crawling away in fear.
"Gotcha," Angel said before he spat out a web line from his hand and turned Jessica over so that she was facing him. Before she could fight back, Angel got on top of her and pressed the cross against her forehead. Jessica screamed in agony as it began to burn her skin with smoke coming out of her flesh. She even started mooing in a panic. Eyes glowing with heavenly power, Angel's wings flared out and fully extended as his halo began to shine brighter to the point that everyone had to squint to watch in fascination as divine energy began to circle the two. A powerful, booming voice echoed from Angel's lips.
"Per gratiam Dei, Patrem Omnipotentem, Creatorem Caeli et Terrae, me invocare te in Spiritum Sanctum mihi Verum dicere quod ego quaerere. In nomine eius, tibi sunt loqui nisi Veritatem. Virtus Christi cogat! Obedire, daemon! Obedire virtute Dei, et dicere Veritatem!"
Blitzo gulped as the familiar feeling of angelic power that demons feared every Extermination Day filled the room. Thankfully, it wasn't a burning sensation but rather an uncomfortable one, like bugs crawling on your skin. Jessica then went silent as her once red demonic eyes turned bright blue, and she was as quiet as a ghost. Continuing to keep the cross on her forehead, Angel commanded, "What's Valentino doing with the girl? And what other sick, perverted things is he doing?"
"The girl's just one of many Valentino has been using to get more exotic tasting clients to come to his businesses. Because the Hazbin Hotel system has been taking his customers and regulars, he's been losing massive amounts of money. He's had to go really into creepy shit just to get a good income," Jessica answered in a monotone voice.
"Such as?" Angel asked, almost hesitating to ask.
"His new biggest thing is snuff films. Whatever whores are lacking in talent or customer count are often just made into victims for his videos. He sells them at a good price in the underground," Jessica answered. "Anyone who pisses him off or is a threat to him also becomes a victim. I even saw him do people's families and pets once."
"And how the fuck do you know all this?" Blitzo asked, but to his surprise, Jessica answered.
"Because he pays me extra to rat out anyone who's been causing trouble," Jessica answered before her head was blown off. Angel and Blitzo turned to see one of the prostitutes, a female yellow-furred hellhound, had grabbed one of the guard's guns and shot her with tears in her eyes.
"I knew... I knew that bitch was..." The hellhound sobbed and turned away before collapsing into the arms of another of her fellow sex workers.
Angel sighed and looked at the rest of them. "Alright, sugars. You need to get out of here. Grab whatever you can and head to the Hazbin Hotel. Tell them Angel sent you and give them this password. It's 'Mary Magdalen'. Go there, and you'll be provided for. Food. Clothing. Beds. Just don't have sex or drugs with anyone, okay?"
"Why should we trust you?" One whore said, growling. "The only reason we're suffering this much is that you've been making life hell for Valentino ever since you got those angel wings and halo. You and Charlie may be saving demons, but you're also making us suffer from that psychopath by making him act worse and worse. Some of us don't even want to be saved and turned into angels like you! We like being demons! So why the hell should you even care about us!"
"Because I used to be one of you. Not just as a sex worker, but also as someone who thought they were worth nothing and didn't deserve to be saved," Angel said, looking at them all with sympathy. "Look, I know what you're thinking. Believe me, I was there once. You think deep down that you're nothing but dirt because of what you've chosen or were forced to do just to get a meal on the dinner table. You think you don't need or want help because you're afraid of whatever pride you have left being used or collapsing into dust. I used to think that way. I used to think that I wasn't worthy of being saved because I was a dirty and disgusting piece of trash." Taking a deep breath, Angel slowly touched the cross on his neck. "But Charlie never gave up on me. My friends never gave up on me. They all risked their lives for me time and time again, no matter how much trouble I was to them. They kept doing their best to help me, and over time, I realized that I was worth something. I wasn't a waste of space or a piece of ass for someone to fuck over to feel good. I was a real person with feelings, and I wanted to look at myself in the mirror without hating my face. It took a long time. Fuck, it took a lot of tears and bitter truths for me to finally accept that I needed help."
He then turned back to them. "But it was worth it. It was worth feeling like I was a person again. That I meant something not just to others but to myself. I felt like I could love myself again, and over time I began to love others. Real love. Not that fake shit I did just to please Valentino. And that led me to be redeemed because do you know what God really is? He's love. Not just love for others, but the love of yourself. I love who I am now, and I love the man I became. I love my friends at the hotel, and I love the people I've helped along the way. I want to make people feel that love that I feel and learn to be true to themselves instead of the lies we use to portray ourselves to this craphole of a palace called Hell. Because love, in the purest sense, is worth fighting for even when it seems there is no hope left. When I finally felt that love, and I got this halo? It was better than any feeling I ever had in my mortal and afterlife. Because I could finally look in the mirror and realize I wasn't Angel Dust anymore. I was Anthony Serafina ."
There was a long silence as everyone focused on Angel, who slowly dusted himself off before taking the sleeping girl in Blitzo's arms and handing it over to the hellhound who shot Jessica. Sniffling, she took the girl as Angel looked at her with a warm smile. "Could you please carry her back to the Hotel? There's a woman by the name of Nanadra. She's good with children. Also, tell someone in the staff to dial 777 on the hotline and call for backup for this place? I have a feeling I'll need it."
The hellhound took the wolf girl and nodded. One by one, the sex workers all started gathering their things and began to make their way out, with Blitzo watching in silence. Once they were gone, Blitzo sighed and started reloading his shotgun, "Shall we head down and end these shitheads?"
"Might as well," Angel said, getting into the elevator with Blitzo. "Did I sound too preachy with that speech?"
"Honestly? Yeah, but the good kind," Blitzo said as he pressed the button and the elevator went down.
Latin Translation: ""Per gratiam Dei, Patrem Omnipotentem, Creatorem Caeli et Terrae, me invocare te in Spiritum Sanctum mihi Verum dicere quod ego quaerere. In nomine eius, tibi sunt loqui nisi Veritatem. Virtus Christi cogat! Obedire, daemon! Obedire virtute Dei, et dicere Veritatem!" = "By the grace of God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth, I invoke you in the Holy Spirit to tell me the Truth that I seek. In his name, you are to speak only the Truth. The power of Christ compels you! Obey, demon! Obey the power of God, and to speak the Truth!"