A Little Hazbin Epilogue
How long has she been walking? Velvette's no longer sure. The only thing she knows is that her heels to wear off some time ago to reveal that her feet are now covered in dried blood.
She left Pentagram City a long time ago with no evidence of any civilization in sight. As far as the Influencer is aware, she is no longer in any of the Seven Rings.
Her feet hurt, her legs hurt, and somehow, her arms hurt. Velvette has no idea how that last part is even possible.
After taking a few more steps, her feet finally gave out as she's no longer able to continue.
She hates them. She hates the Princess and her Hazbins. She hates the Overlords. She hates the Queen. She hates Heaven for rejecting her. She hates the Human Realm for sending her here. And most of all, she hates all of Hell for taking away everything.
But what is she to do about it? The Vee has nothing left.
Velvette decided to just lay there agreeing with herself that this would be her end. She eventually closes her eyes, but they shoot back open when she hears it.
Velvette.
What is that?
Come find me. I'm not that far.
Velvette soon finds herself mustering what little strength she has left just so she can find the source.
Yes.
That's it.
The Vee eventually finds an entrance into a cave.
Just a little further.
The Influencer enters the cave, and she starts feeling cold. She hasn't felt this cold since her death. Within the cave the only thing the Vee finds is a wall with strange markings covering it.
This is just a dead end.
The end perhaps.
A mist seeps out of the markings and flies around the Vee.
But I assure you, I am far from dead.
Velvette stumbles backwards and falls to the ground.
My apologies, my new friend. I did not mean to frighten you.
The mist seemingly slithers up to the Vee.
It's been so long since I had company. Mind telling me how long?
How is she supposed to know that?
I see. So, for the last ten thousand years this realm has been called Hell? And it's ruled by… now this is interesting. The Morningstar.
Velvette raised a brow as the mist had seemingly known the answers to its own question.
Actually, I took the answers from your mind.
What?
Sorry for the intrusion. It is just easier. Especially given your condition.
The Vee couldn't help but sneer.
So much resentment in someone so young. It rivals my own. I could help you. That is if you're willing to help me.
How could some smoke possibly help her.
This isn't my true form. I don't exactly have a form. Or at least I didn't before my imprisonment so long ago.
Velvette raised a brow wondering how long this thing could have been here.
Far longer than Morningstar. In fact, when I arrived I doubt even the Elderangels knew the existence of this realm. I happened to arrive here by chance. No one knows that I'm here. No one except you.
Exactly what does it want with Velvette?
Not much. Just my freedom. In order to do that, I need an anchor to pull me from my prison. All I need is your blood. Not a lot. A single drop should do.
Velvette glares at the mist, wondering why she should and exactly what would the Influencer get in return?
I can grant you one thing in return.
The mist wraps itself around the Sinner's neck.
I can restore your voice so that everyone will know how you were wronged. Or?
The mist split and forms itself into arms where they should be on the woman.
I can give you your hands back. You'd be able to use your favorite gesture.
To emphasize this, the mist hands formed itself to give the appearance of giving the middle finger.
I'm curious. How is this gesture considered rude? No matter.
There is one thing that you desire most. Above anything in all of Creation.
The mist then sets itself in front of the Vee and it started taking the forms of the ones who wronged her the most. From the Princess and her hazbins to the Overlords. The image of each one angering Velvette more and more. But none more so than the appearance of the Queen.
To get back at those who took everything from you. Your voice. Your Hands. Your partners.
It then takes the form of Vox.
No! Not partners. Not even friends. They were so much more than that.
Valentino is then in front of her.
These two were your family and they were taken from you. All of Hell refused to respect you and because of that, they are gone. I am truly sorry for your loss, Velvette.
Velvette finds herself holding back a sob.
Here is what I propose.
Free me and I swear that I will help you avenge them. With my help we will destroy those you have wronged you and everyone will remember who you and your friends are. You'll be respected.
After all.
The future of Hell belongs to the Vees.
The Influencer looks down in thought. That is what they promised each other.
So.
Do we have a deal?
Without any more thought, Velvette bit down on the inside of her cheek, tearing through her skin. She then spits on the wall as blood splatters across the markings.
The wall starts covering itself with ice before it spreads across the cave floor, ceiling, and walls, causing the Vee to slip and fall.
Finally!
After all this time! I'm finally free!
Now It's time for Hell to Freeze over!
To be Continued in…
A Little Hazbin 2: Freezing Over
NOTE: Please check out the short stories, Little Hazbin Tales.