Prologue/Chapter 1
My very first helluva boss fanfic. If i am being honest, this fandom does not do enough human/demon hybrid fics so i decided to do one myself. Disclaimer, Helluva boss and hazbin related content belongs to Viviepop. please support the official release.
A lone biker rides in his motorcycle along the road in the middle of a forest at night.
The biker himself is wearing a shoulder spike black leather trench coat, black steel tip boots, dark blue jeans, an orange shirt, black fingerless gloves, and a black biker helmet that covers his entire face.
The motorcycle he rides are an onyx black paintjob blended with hot rod flames and some skull décor around it.
The biker calmly rides his engine roaring bike while the attached radio produces rock and roll music until a light shines within a blanket of trees to his left.
"What the?" the biker mutters in his helmet before stopping his bike. The biker turns his head to the wall of pine trees where the light has shined. The biker takes off his helmet revealing he is a Caucasian ginger with orange bushy hair and brows along with a nice trimmed matching beard. With his navy-blue eyes and a massive scar crossed around his right, he squints hoping to get a closer look.
Then he hears a moaning sound of a young woman piquing his curiosity. the biker hops off his bike and searches a cargo bag for his swad off shot gun incase whatever is in the forest might be dangerous.
Slowly the biker trots into the forest with his shot gun aimed. As he gets closer, the moaning sound gets louder. Gently pushing away a tree branch, the biker widens his expression at a sight of a strange small creature laying in the middle of a clearing in fetal position as if it has a belly ache.
"What the fuck is that?" the biker mutters quietly gazing at the laying creature.
The creature has red skin, a pair of pitch-black horns on its head. A tail that resembles a stereotypical demon intrepid from Biblical stories. The red creature moans and turns to the side allowing the biker to see its face without a nose and gritting sharp teeth. It seems to be female by its hourglass like figure, long eyelashes, black messy hair. Not to mention huge breasts covered by her black shirt with only her red belly exposed and a leather tight skinny long pants.
The Biker debates himself whether or not to shoot the creature dead. Not that he is religious or anything being a member of a notorious street gang. Yet he kind of feel bad for the demon like female creature laying on the ground. So instead of shooting her, he sighs and decides to carry the red creature into his arms and walks back to his bike.
While the Biker carries the impish creature, the mentioned latter slowly opens her eyes revealing yellow Sclera and red irises. Moaning, she looks at the hunky human male carrying her. A part of her wants to kill him for simply being human, yet another part of her is grateful that the being she is supposed to hate is showing mercy to her at all. With a small smile on her face, she moves to cuddle herself making purring sounds like a cat.
The biker felt her movement and hears her purring. Looking at her cuddled up in his chest like a cat being held makes him think she is kind a cute for a demon creature. With a smile of his own, he continues to walk up to his motorcycle where he gently places the smaller red imp on the back seat. Once the Biker hops onto his bike, a pair of arms grabs around his waist while feeling her head lean onto his back still purring.
"Hehe, sleep tight princess, you and I are going to have a lot questions," the biker states with a smirk not matching his half-opened eyes before turning on the bike making their way to his home.
(17 1/2 years later, Razer's POV)
A swarm of buzzing police cars chases an orange van in the middle of a highway belonging to a beach city in the middle of the day.
Inside the van itself are team of four young boys dressed like gangsters of a biker gang with Leather jackets, Orange face coverings matching the color their shirts, different color jeans, workzone boots, and AK assault rifles in their hands while bags of money that they robbed from a local bank or a store are piled up in the middle. One gangster leans out of the window and open fire at the police cars giving chase while some metal music plays in background. The other does the same at the opposite side.
While the two of the four gangsters try to shoot down the cops, the driver who looks African descent desperately speeds through the other cars, ramming them if needed making a lot shaking in the van. The driver rams a nearby truck carrying piles of logs.
The truck wobbles making the cargo of logs drop down. The police try avoid them only for some of them to get hit causing a lot explosions and crashes. The civilian cars nearby would be not so lucky getting hit themselves. Despite the traffic chaos, at least four police cars survive and continue their chase not giving up. Now leaving the highway into the city, The driver looks into the rear mirror to see the cops looking annoyed.
With the same mirror he sees a young Caucasian lad with red skin around the age of seventeen sitting by the bags of money hugging his legs with his face buried in them as if he is experiencing a lot of cramps. The young man has semi-long messy hair colored one side black and the other Orange. Wears a pair of grey jeans, dark brown workzone boots, fingerless black gloves, a black leather coat, and an Orange shirt inside untucked.
"YO RAZER WAKE THE FUCK UP!" the Driver barks.
"WHAT!" the boy, Razer barks up revealing his red face along with his pointed ears, razor sharp teeth, one imp eye at his left while his human yet red is on his right, and he has a pair of black horns with thick white strips on his forehead sticking out of his hair. A golden chain with a locket is revealed worn around his neck. A red pointy tail also sticks out making a slamming pound.
"STOP SITTING AROUND LIKE A DRUG ADDICT AND HELP TAKE OUT THOSE FUCKERS!" the driver shouts before grabbing a nearby AK-47 and its bullet cartridge and tosses it to Razer.
Razer did not have a chance to react before the rifle hits his face making him hiss like cat. Than he picks up the rifle with one hand looking like a big red claw while using the other hand looking like a normal human hand but red to grab the bullet cartridge.
"Gahh I rather drive the van," Razor grumbles as he attempts to load up the gun.
"SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR GETTING WASTED BEFORE OUR MISSION ASSHOLE. I AM SURPRISED WE EVEN MANAGED TO PULL THROUGH!" one of the gangsters barks while trying shoot down the chasing cops.
"Can't blame a guy who wants let himself loose haha", Razer laughs it off as he continues to load up his gun due to the intense motion of the van.
"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY JOKING IN A THE MIDDLE OF A CHASE RIGHT NO-AAAAAAAA FUCK!" the same gangster complains only to get swissed cheesed by a barrage of bullets coming from one of the police cars.
"OH SHIT!" the driver shouts, "GOT A HOMIE DOWN!"
"Oh Fuck," Razer curses as he finally loads his gun and rushes to the left window to push the now dead bike gangster off the window. He peeks his head out to see surviving police cars still giving chase in the middle of the city. He sees a police officer move out of the window with an AR-15 and tries to fire.
"SHIT!" Razer quickly draws himself back into cover before the bullets hit him.
"How long can we keep this up?" the other surviving gangster complains now hiding like a total pussy.
"Don't know man but all I know is that we can't let them follow us to the main crib!" The driver shouts back.
Razer however has an idea, a very crazy idea as he looks at the other AK-47 dropped by the dead gangster along with his own. Than he thinks about a certain GTA clone that attempted to reboot a franchise yet failed. Whatever the idea he got, makes him look at the roof of the moving van. With a grin he picks up the other rifle and says, "Actually I have a very stupid idea that can actually save our asses!"
The surviving gang soldier widens his eyes in shock knowing what Razer is going to do, "Ooooh nooo! I know what you are thinking devil boy!"
"Don't tell me you actually going to-"
The driver tries to guess only to cut off by by Razer shouting, "LEEEEEEROOOOOYYYYY WANKERRRRRRS!"
Then, Razer uses his tail to latch the railing of the top of the van and torpedoes himself with a few summersaults outside on the roof with both rifles in his claws. He even laughs like a maniac while torpedoing. Uses his same tail to latch on the roof in order to not fall off.
"ITS LEROY JENKINS YOU HARDHEADED IDIOT!" the gang soldier cries to correct him. But Razer did not care. As the tall buildings, cars, and other people zoom pass him due to how fast the van is moving. Razer sees how many cop cars are still chasing.
Squinting his eyes, Razer sees through the windows of one of the cops cars. Through the window he see the cops are looking at him with shocked expressions as if they are seeing a ghost. The devil boy kind sworn the driver cop's mouth is lipping, 'what the fuck is that?' Distracted with his appearance, Razer grins and begins to shoot both his rifles while laughing like a maniac.
As Razor shoots the chasing police cars, nearby people at the cross walks begin to panic, fleeing away for safety at the sounds of bullets, crashing cars, and buzzing sirens. He takes out one cop car by hitting the driver making the said car lose control ramming into another police car making them do a few flips before colliding into a nearby business building crushing a few distracted business people in the process followed by an explosion.
Keeping his grin, Razer guides his blazing rifles at the remaining police cars. Except the cops are hiding avoiding the fury of bullets.
The Van continue to zoom through the streets of the city while Razer still fires his guns like crazy. The cops in the two surviving police cars also begin to open fire hoping to hit Razer. Yet they miss very bad due to the fast dodging van.
Eventually Razer manages to aim his Aks at one of the police cars, hitting the main engine making it burst in flames followed by an explosion causing the other car to tumble off road crashing into a nearby mall causing a major panic among the human shoppers.
"HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAH! TAKE THAT MOTHER FUCKERS! NO ONE MESSES WITH THE METAL SCAMPS!" Razer victory roars in joy like a crazy child waving his guns in the air firing rounds into the sky.
"Damm it Razer!" a gangster in the van peeks his head out looking at Razer with distain and concern. "Every Job I hear from the boys, you are always pulling those stupid stunts that would put yourself in danger!"
"HEY! My little stunts always save our asses and gets the jobs done. Besides, How else are we going to stick it to the feds?" Razer further brags still standing on top of the van. That is until the driver speaks nervously.
"ummmm, guys don't comfortable yet. We got more company!"
Razer perks up with his pointy ear twitching, picking up the sounds of motor blades. Whips around to see an attack chopper hovering the air.
The sight of the copter makes the gangster go 'oh shit' and hides into cover. Razer however puts an evil grin on his face and shouts, "Hell yeah, come at me bro!"
Razer raises his guns, aiming them at the helicopter hovering in the air behind them avoiding the tall buildings. Hoping to be a big badass yet very stupid. With a squeeze on both triggers, a click is heard making the devil boy dumbfounded. He looks at both his rifles. He tries to squeeze the triggers but instead of bullets, clicking sounds takes their place. The guns are out of ammo.
"Oh fuck me," Razer Moans as the Helicopter fires a missile heading directly towards them.
"OH SHIT!" Razer freaks before trying hop off. But it is too late, the missile hits the van sending him flying with the van making its way to a construction site.
(?, contruction site, few seconds earlier)
In the middle of the construction site, three little demons or imps hop out of a trailer where the overseer is supposed to be.
Aside from being covered in blood, two of the imps, boys wore suits while the girl wore a black over all top and leather pants.
"Another job well done bitches!" the taller male imp with a white splurge on the side of his face speaks.
"Indeed sir," the smaller male with freckles and a red bowtie says with a confident smile. "Can't believe that she had our client killed so she could take her husband!"
"Could not agree more honey. Not every day it involves a gal boss would take a man from another gal!" the only female with a southern accent adds giving the little male a kiss on the check making him blush with a giggle.
"Pretty much proves that bitches are a big of a freak than the occasional bastard we kill," the tall male imp states as he takes out his hell phone and tries to call someone only to hear a nearby explosion.
"What was that!?" the tall imp demands almost dropping his phone before whipping his head to where the explosion is heard.
"Sounds like an explosion sir!" the little male speaks turning his head to the girl, "What do you think Millie?"
"Same idea my little Moxxie," the girl Millie speaks with grin. "But I say my pappy would gets really nuts to hear that!"
From the direction of the explosion, a big object is seen flying through along side a screaming red figure. The red figure torpedoes right into a pile of garbage bags breaking his fall. The shattered van however hits a railing of a building being constructed before falling right into the ground.
The three little imps take a closer look at the now totaled orange van. The tall one sees two human corpses. Both the driver and the passenger where probably crushed by the long railing of the building.
"Hahaha, those poor sobs where probably one them ugh...gang wankers robbing a place," the tall one laughs it off, guesing the corpses to be gangster due inspecting the attire.
"Street gangs," Moxxie huffs," they are actually like mafias but very poor, disorganized, and don't go by family blood tradition."
"Fellas!" Millie calls the boys attention pointing at the pilie of garbage bags hearing moaning sounds.
"Oh shit! Hide!" the tall imp freaks before they jump back to the overseer's trailer.
With their heads peep up, they see the figure slowly emerge out of the piles of garbage in pain.
"Holy molly!" Millie whisphers with a shocked face.
"Is that another Imp like us!?" Moxxie adds just as shocked.
"What do you think Blitz?" Millie asks the tall imp name Blitz who is gazing at the strange imp like creature.
"Christ on a-, I do not know who that feller is but all I want to know is why and how is he doing here in the open!" Blitz quietly demands as the three imps continue to observe him. Moxxie however notices something strange feature about the mystery imp.
"Guys…do you notice some odd things about that guy" Moxxie gesture for them to take a closer look.
Squinting their eyes, the imps notice that the lad in pain slowly investigating the Van has a almost human face and claws looking like human hands. Yet he has red skin like them, horns like them, sharp teeth like them, and a pointy long tail like them. His imp and human eyes are also intriguing yet freaky to them.
"gosh, the little vermin looks like-" Millie is about state something only to be cut off by Blitz.
"Don't care how hot and fuckable that guy is, all I know is the we need to take him with us back to Hell or else we will be in trouble!"
"Sir? Are you suggesting we kid-" Moxxie as about question until a sound of a helicopter cuts him off. "Oh crumbs! We better hide."
(Razer)
"Owww fuck," Razer moans as he gets out of the pile of garbage bags. "Dear lord that missile made a big kick in my ass…Gah!"
Razer tumbles down the garbage bags still in pain, probably bruised. He slowly gets up back on his feet and scans his surroundings to see he is in a construction site. His one side human and one side demon eyes eventually lands on the reckage of the once get away van. "Oh shit"
Razer limps to the van to inspect.
"Fuck," he silently curses to himself to see both his fellow gang bangers are both dead, crushed by the construction railing. Luckily the bags of money are still surprisingly intact. He takes one glance at his dead comrades and mutters, "don't worry dudes, ill make sure your painful deaths are not in vain"
Then he turns his gaze at the front of the wrecked van.
"Especially you my sweet princess," Razer mourns while his face turns dramatically yet goofily sad and pats the van with his well claw. "I would have loved to drive you one last time before those bastards killed you."
However, he hears the sound of the helicopter. Razer whips his head to see it coming this way.
"Aie shit," Razers blurs out before he quickly hides into the construction building and watches the copter touch down onto the ground. Instead normal cops or a swat team, strange people wearing suit come out with assortments of weapons.
"Oh great, the feds sent the FBI ," Razer whispers at the men in suits assuming they are members of the FBI.
What Razer does not realize that the squad in suits are not the FBI. Especially with different gadgets and weapons in their hands. Leading the group, an African-American descent orders, "split up agents, I know that freak we hear about is still alive around here."
End of Prologue and chapter one.
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