A Cold Wind In Hell

Chapter One: Welcome to Hell

Dropping to one knee, Jetstream Sam grunted, struggled to breath, as he brought a hand up to the gash on his chest, before bringing it back into view, covered in blood. This was it. Samuel Rodriguez had finally met his end.

In Sam's mind, however; he really didn't mind at all. With his defeat, he had some hope that his opponent, Raiden, would perhaps succeed where Sam himself had failed.

Looking up, he saw Blade Wolf looking at him, and while the mechanical dog had no expression, Sam could tell that the robot was disheartened by this result.

Grinning, Sam winked at the robot dog before falling on his back, feeling his life slip away.


Jetstream Sam sat up with a jolt, breathing heavy, before calming down and looking out the window and up at the darkened sky, the bright, purple pentagram symbol hovering over the cityscape. Sighing, Sam got up from his bed and walked over to the bathroom of his small apartment, splashing cold water on his face to wake up before looking into the mirror; no longer did he resemble the human he used to be. Now he took on the form of a jaguar with a scar over his left eye, the only human feature he retained was his raven black hair, unkempt and reaching his shoulders.

Ever since falling into the depths of Hell three years ago when he died at the age of twenty-five at Raiden's hands, the cold Brazilian wind had done whatever he could in order to survive, taking on contract killings, serving as a bodyguard for powerful overlords, but the constant bloodshed he had participated in was taking its toll on him.

Now he wanted to escape this never-ending cycle. The only problem was that he wasn't sure how.

Sighing, Sam got dressed in his black and red ronin robes, tying his hair up in a ponytail, before leaving his dingey apartment complex, ignoring the landlords shout about rent, got on his motorcycle and sped on through the city, passing by other cars and cyclists before he eventually left the city, coming to a stop on top of a hill with the rarest of green, a distance away from the city, parking his motorcycle before standing at the edge, his eyes overlooking the redness of the city.

Sam sighed, unsure on what to do next, before he saw what looked like a fly-away flier flying in the wind before getting caught by the samurai's leg, Sam raising a brow in curiosity.

"What do we have here?" He said aloud.

Reaching down and pulling the flier up and looking at the page.

"Tired of the never-ending misfortune of Hell? Wish you could have a better afterlife? Feel any guilt for any sin you committed in your past life? Then why not come down to the Hazbin Hotel; a place where you can atone for your past sins and redeem yourself and reach Heaven?"

After finishing reading the flier, Sam went into deep thought; redemption? Reaching Heaven? Atoning for one's sins? At first, he was tempted to simply shrug off the very idea, but then remembered his own desire to put an end to his fighting, to stop spilling blood and lay his blade down for good. Not only that, but he also wanted to see his father again in Heaven, to apologize for failing, for falling down the path he once did after his defeat at the hands of Armstrong.

"Well, no harm in giving it a try, eh?" Sam decided.

His mind made up, he got on his motorcycle and rode back to the city, stopping in front of his apartment complex, seeing his stuff piled up on the sidewalk, then let out a sigh. Figures the landlord would just throw out his stuff, but a warning would have been nice.

Getting off his motorcycle and approaching the pile, Sam reached and grabbed the first thing he saw; his Japanese-styled sword, modified into a high frequency blade by Sir Pentious when he first drop into Hell.

Ah, he remembered that moment exactly; after arriving into Hell, Sam walked right into a turf war between Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious, and seeing how she was losing on her own, the Cold Brazilian Wind felt obligated to help out, grabbing any firearm or bladed weapon he could use to his advantage, and when the fight ended, Sam and Cherri teamed up, and after getting him some clothes and purchasing him his weapon of choice, the katana that was dubbed 'Heshikiri Hasebe' by the owner, the famed sword of Nobunaga Oda, and then having it modified into a high frequency blade, similar modifications to his previous Murasama blade, Jetstream Sam teamed up with Cherri Bomb to form quite the chaotic duo, the two called the Bonnie and Clyde of Hell, some denizens of Hell believing the two to be lovers given how every time chaos would occur, the two would be by each other's side.

Then again, they weren't exactly wrong. For the first two years, the two had a business and pleasure relationship, returning to base and making heated love session after every successful turf war. However, Sam would eventually grow tired of the constant violence and left the scene, him and Cherri parting ways on good terms.

Putting aside the memories for now, Sam strapped his trusty sword to his side, then packed his essentials in the sidecar of his bike before taking off, heading straight for the direction of the Hotel. Thank fuck the address was printed near the bottom along with the contact number.


Meanwhile…


At Lucifer's castle, the King of Hell was inside his home, walking down the halls with his wife, Lilith, discussing various matters going on in Hell.

"The last extermination purged quite a lot of sinners last year." Lilith remarked.

"Indeed it has." Lucifer nodded. "And the new year is just around the corner!"

"By the way," Lilith frowned. "Don't you think it's about time you paid Charlie a visit, dear?"

"I'm well aware, my love." Lucifer sighed. "But my duties as king requires me-"

"You say that every time I bring this up." Lilith said. "But surely it wouldn't hurt for Charlie to see her father?"

"I know, dear." Lucifer said. "But someone has to deal with the other royals demanding the attention of their king."

"Then you should allow me to handle it." Lilith smirked. "You know I can handle things while you're away."

"I suppose you're right." Lucifer chuckled.

"By the way, my 'ravens' bring news." Lilith said. "Minuano should be close to the hotel soon."

"Minuano," Lucifer repeated. "The Cold Brazilian Wind, also called the Clyde of Hell…"

"Also called," Lilith added with a smirk. "Jetstream Sam."


Back in the city, Samuel Rodriguez parked his motorcycle in the nearby parking lot, turning off the engine and kicking up the kickstand, he stood up and gazed up at the hotel exterior; a tall, elaborate amalgamation of arched windows and turrets, one of which seems to be broken. It had to be at least seven stories tall, with at least five of which being guest floors. Three signs were displayed outside the hotel: One atop the entrance reminiscent of the Hazbin Hotel logo, a large pink one atop the building with the hotel's name in lights, and a neon 'HOTEL' sign at the bottom right.

The entrance has a trail that leads to a tent. The doors to the hotel had stained glass depicting an apple on each one. The first and second floors exteriors seem to be relatively normal, but then Sam could see a train with broken tracks and a rusty boat. There were also two dead trees next to the hotel.

Looking at the exterior, he brought a hand up to his chin and chuckled before grabbing his duffle bag from the sidecar before approaching, stepping up to the doors and reaching for the doorknob…

"Eh ponytail!"

Stopping, Sam looked over his shoulder to see two sinner demons holding baseball bats, both sporting malicious grins. Red eyes staring at him with deadly intent. One was a dog demon while the other looked like a pig.

Despite the obvious danger standing before him, Sam wasn't in the least bit intimidated. In fact, he found it to be funny. Shaking his head a bit and chuckling lightly, Sam dropped his duffle bag and calmly walked down the steps, standing between the eager demons.

"Eh, whaddya we got here?" The dog demon whistled, tapping Sam's left side, looking at the katana strapped to his side.

"Oh?" Sam said with a small grin, his hand gripping the scabbard of his sword, the mutt demon oblivious to Sam actually aiming the scabbard upward…

…right up at the hellhounds head.

"This?"

He then pulled the trigger of his scabbard, firing the sword out, the handle slamming into the hellhounds chin, both demon and sword sent flying high into the air, the hellhound screaming as he was sent upward, the pig demon looking upward in shock at what just happened.

"Eh, whoops." Jetstream Sam said nonchalantly, looking at the pig demon, who looked back at him with that same awestruck expression.

Raising his bat, the angry demon, took a swing, Samuel ducking under the attack before spinning, the side of his scabbard hitting the demon in the side, staggering him, before the jaguar demon ran forward, stepping on the pig's knee and head and jumping up, as the dog demon and sword fell downward, Sam catching his sword and slicing the dog demon in two, landing on the ground in a crouch. The pig demon spun around and made to attack, only for Sam to swing behind him, slicing the demon in two.

Both attackers dead, Jetstream Sam swung his blade to get the blood off before sheathing his sword, then with a sigh, he went back up the steps, picked up his duffle bag, then made to knock on the door.

'This will be interesting indeed.'


And there is the first chapter of this new story! So, I've seen the pilot for Hazbin Hotel, and I thought the concept looked pretty interesting. Definitely looking forward to more episodes!

Anyways, I was talking with friends on Discord, and after playing Metal Gear Rising, as well as reading various Hazbin Hotel crossovers, this idea popped into my head; what would happen to Sam were he to land in Hell in Hazbin Hotel's universe? I look forward to writing more, and if you have ideas for the forms other Metal Gear characters would take in the Hazbin universe, let me know, be it in the reviews or in private messages!

Anyways, hope you guys stay tuned for more, and reviews are greatly appreciated!