A/N: I DO NOT own Hazbin Hotel or Sweeney Todd, those belong to the respected creators. I just combined the two for a fun little story. Enjoy!
Edward Couteau looked over the edge of the ship to see the dawn coming up over the horizon. "London is beautiful, isn't it Mr. Couteau?"
"Indeed it is Vagatha." They both breathed in the salt sea air.
"There is no place like London." Vagatha smiled, she hasn't been to London in so long, she missed the beautiful sight of it.
"No, there is no place like… london." Edward smiled almost maliciously. Once they docked they exited the ship and stood on the dock. "This is where I leave you, Miss Vagatha."
"Will I ever see you again, Mr. Couteau?" She asked hopefully.
"You may. If you're ever in town, you can find me on Fleet Street." With that, Edward turned on his heels and headed towards the familiar roads. It was still dark out, but the sun starting to rise, he could see just fine. He walked with intent, staring down the dark allies and around every corner. One would normally be happy to return home, but not Mr. Couteau. Oh no, he had a goal in mind, and no one… was going to stop him.
Soon he found himself standing in front of a building, he looked at it and almost felt a twinge of happiness in his heart. But it was quickly squashed on when he stepped through the door of a pie emporium and noticed a… Man? Dressed in a white and pink dress, his blonde hair sticking up in places, rolling out, what Mr. Couteau could only hope, was dough.
The person behind the counter looked up and gasped. "Fuck! A customer!" His blue eyes widened. Edward was about to turn and leave when the man spoke again. "Wait! What's the rush?! Come sit! I'll get you a meat pie! Besides, no offense toots, you look a little too thin." He flashed a smile and was quick to get that pie. "Here you are sir! And here is a pint of ale, to help wash it down."
Edward stared at the blonde and looked back at the pie. He reluctantly took a bite and stopped. "Yeah, they are probably the worst pies in London. But what with the price of meat? Gotta do what ya gotta do. Besides, I ain't low to around and just pick up any old thing. Unlike that Mrs. Mooney. I think she is using kitty cats in her pies. I mean, I don't know for sure, but lately all the cats have been disappearing." He whispered to the man dressed in red.
Mr. Couteau was quick to down his ale, "yes. Well.. that would be rather.. nasty. To eat a feline." He made a rather disgusted face at the thought. "But on a different note, I noticed that you have a spare room? Above this… establishment.. Mr…..?" He asked.
"Del Estate. Anthony Del Estate. And Up there? Yeah it's available! Though, no one stays long, people think it's haunted or some shit." Edward looked at the blonde in confusion. "You see, something happened a long time ago, something that was very.. nice of ya get my drift."
"Do tell me the story?" Edward smiled.
Anthony shrugged "Sure. Ya see, there was this Barber and his wife, they had this baby girl too. He was the best barber in London. And his wife? Boy was she a looker! Shirt blonde hair, curves in all right places, voice of a fucking angel! I mean, I'm not into that kinda thing, but everyone would always look at her. And one day, this guy, Judge Valentino, spotted her and he just had to have her. So he had the barber sent out in exile and he took his wife for himself."
"And what was the barber's name?"
"Ledette. Alastor Ledette."
"And what if his wife and baby?"
"Wife died." Edward almost let his smile slip as he felt his heart twist in pain. "And Judge Val took the baby and raised her as his own child." Now anger had mixed in with the pain. "You're him, aren't ya? You're Alastor?" Anthony looked at him and Edward didn't look at him.
"I go by Couteau now. Edward Couteau."
"Well Mr. Couteau, would you still like that room?" Anthony asked with a smile, a gold tooth flashing briefly. Edward nodded and followed Anthony outside and up the stairs of the building on the side. When they entered the dusty, unused room, Edward looked around in a daze. It had been so long since he had been up here, it almost didn't seem real.
"No one has been up here, except for me when I first bought the place." Anthony said as he bent down near the old barber's chair. He pulled a plank of wood from the floor and pulled out black box. "I saw these and thought it be best if I put them somewhere safe." He handed the box to Edward and stood back.
Edward opened the box and smiled at what was inside. A clean and polished set of barber's shaving knives. He pulled one out and looked at it. "Ah, my old friends. It's been awhile." He said as admired the sharp steel.
"Though, I'm not sure how much business you could get. There is new barber, a small female, goes by the name of Madame Niffty." Anthony said as he also admired the object.
"You don't say." Edward thought about that, how would he get business if someone else was already in the top spot?
"She is open tomorrow, in the market place. We could always… drop a visit?" Anthony smiled and was returned with a sharp smile.
"Sounds splendid my dear." He looked down at his friends again. Soon, he would have that Judge. Even if it kills him.
