Authors Note:
Salutations, I hoped you all liked the first chapter of Drifters last week, as well as the intro just now. Thought I'd drop it as a little easter egg, because based on the commenters I know a few of the readers here have read my past stories.
Outside of the fact I've never gotten to 14 favorites and 18 follows so fast there's nothing too new to report in this author's note. The reviews for the first chapter were awesome, and honestly too kind, and I appreciate the time people took to write them.
So without further adieu, besides my traditional preemptive apology revolving around any grammatical stakes that may pop up along the way, I welcome you back too…………………
Drifters
A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic
Chapter 2:
The Best Problems
The self-titled Nester found his pupils swallowed beneath two yellow seas. Dragged along against his will through a war zone of glass shrapnel, led bullets, and cracked claws.
It hadn't even been an hour since he left the false safety of the dumpster, and the young man already found himself in the midst of a full scale riot and in the iron clad clutches of a demon.
One who simply declared Nester was coming with her after his newfound wings accidentally sent her into an allergic fit.
When she grabbed him and said she had the place for him, the avian panicked and assumed the worst.
Nester may have been able to count the number of times he went to church on one hand, and the number of years since he's been inside a chapel on two, but demons throwing souls into an eternal pit of fire seemed like the thematic choice for the destination she was referring too.
The inferno in his mind singed his nervous system into action. In an instinctual attempt at survival, Nester's wings ruffled to life.
Only, rather than take part in the flight response, the air resistance the useless wings caught increased the target area for the surrounding sinners to fight against.
Broken beer bottles and stray bullets thundered into the wings. And the nervous system still adapting to their presence, now felt as if somebody shoved a red hot pokers into its spine.
By the time the young man had been pulled a far enough distance away from the carnage… he had cracked all the teeth in his jaw suppressing the urge to scream.
Nester turned a shaky head, fearful at what he would, or wouldn't, see. And at first, his preemptive terror seemed justified.
The beige feather still attached to the twisted stumps that used to be flight bones had a thick polish of crimson. And large baseball size chunked had mangled much of the surface area into a crater field.
Horror soon gave way to confusion. When his eyes reflected the sight of bone setting itself through the gaps like rebar and flesh stitching itself back atop like cement. Before a new coat of feather coated the wings a fresh layer of paint.
The healing process was… astonishing… both in its impossibility, speed, and… utter agony.
Nester swallowed his tongue keeping the pain at bay. Ironically, the straw that broke the camels back hurt far less than the recovery process.
Simply bumping into this woman had been enough for her to haul him away with a mouth watering grin… he'd hate to see what worse tortures the demon would inflict on him if he accidentally annoyed her on the way to her liar-
"You're going to love the hotel!" the woman beamed, "just make sure your heart doesn't flutter away when you see the sign hehe."
His mistake, her hotel… wait.
In a rare moment, Nester's confusion flooded him enough to wash away his fear. As he realized he was hearing what sounded like a… sales pitch?
Doing a double take, his ears and vision hit reset. As he finally got a calm enough environment to observe his demonic captor.
The first thing of note was the fact she didn't look demonic. Or, well, that wasn't exactly true.
If the young man had been shown a picture of her two days ago, he'd say her bone pale skin, exaggerated canines that could almost be called fangs, and crimson black facial marks made her look like something right out of a ghost story.
But given the misshapen beast, critters, and cryptids he'd walked amongst the last hour, this woman may as well be the most human looking person he'd ever seen.
With her long blonde hair fixated to just her scalp, her ink dotted mark being atop a small sniffer, and her ears just… well he couldn't actually see her ears, but at the very least they were normal enough to not have a horizontal feather growing atop them like his quilled right hearer.
Heck, she probably appeared more human than him at this point. He had two full blown wings jutting from between shoulder blades and enough feathers to fill a mattress store… whereas she just looked like a woman in her mid twenties debating on whether she should apply to be a bellhop or cosplay as a Pikachu
Speaking of which, her red suit wrapped neatly together by a black bow tie seemed far too respectful for a torturous afterlife.
Between that and her ear to ear grin alluding a kindness only put to shame by the upbeat attitude of her voice Nester questioned if he had actually died two days ago… or was just in the middle of a medical induced coma fueled by every pain drug known to man,
"Of course I wanted it to say Happy Hotel… but I've really come around to the name Hazbin!"
Blinking twice, Nester realized he nearly timed her out again by accident. Taking a few deep breaths, he quicken his pace slightly, and was relieved the woman didn't break his arm when she felt him move closer.
When he turned to peak a glance, he was shocked he had to crane his head. Nester legs still moved and felt human shaped, so he figured they hadn't shrunk or grown. And kept him standing at around six feet. This woman though… she was easily a good head taller than him.
Under vastly different circumstances, Nester would be far too intimidated to talk to somebody who could so easily dunk on him… but then again most people who towered above him didn't sport cartoonish smiles of glee,
"U-um… I'm sorry… did you say hotel?" Nester quietly stuttered out,
The woman wouldn't have been able to hear him back in the crowd. But here in the thinner streets, she stopped and cocked her head down. Her smile not faulting, but losing its teeth, which was probably for the best,
"Of course I did!" she stated proudly, "where else would I be taking you?"
"… um… I-I… don't really know." the young man looked away embarrassed. Against such a kind glare, saying a 'lake of fire' or 'tar pit' seemed inappropriate, "I just didn't think Hell would have… hotels."
The long haired blonde tilted her head confused, before a light bulb all but went off above her head,
"I know you said you're new… but haven't you seen the buildboards for the hotel?" her eyes shot to the side, and her smile became strained, "or the smear ads on TV?"
"H-Hell has TV?"
"Oh… you're that type of new." the woman's smile dipped to a small frown, "if you don't mind me asking… when did you arrive?"
Luckily the clock overlooking the landscape was hard to ignore, even in the midst of his confusion upon arrival and the horror that followed,
"A-a little less than two days ago… I think." Nestor shuffled in his feet, "h-had to dive into a dumpster pretty quickly on the first one, and spent most of the second hiding in it."
Nester tried to give out a chuckle. He felt bad he dampened this woman's mood… even if he had been convinced she was going to torture him less than three minutes ago,
"You came just before the Extermination?!" she breathed out, "I'm so sorry… that must have been terrifying-"
She bit her cheeks in, and took her hand off his forearm to rest it on his shoulder,
"It probably still is terrifying and confusing."
"I-I guess…" he didn't meet her gaze, but felt guilt over the pity pressing down on his shoulder. Nester jumped back from the touch as if it was sugar atop a mouse trap, "but you don't need to apologize… I've been sent here for a reason after all. The fact I've only suffered from terror and confusion so far is probably an injustice to the actual punishment I deserve."
"You… really think you deserve to suffer for all eternity?" the tall blonde quietly whispered out, mostly to herself… before she balls her hand into a fist… and twist her face into a determined glare, "Because I don't!"
Nestor was so taken aback, he nearly wondered if his wings toppled him over again,
"U-um well thanks for that…" Nester stuttered out… although he didn't know what to feel. Awkwardly thankful for the stranger's kind outlook… or concern for the woman's well being since she was naive enough to declare a complete stranger she met in Hell didn't deserve to be here. Despite having literally no clue on the type of person he was or what he had done, "b-but given where we are I'd say it fair to judge a book by its cover in this case-"
"Nonsense!" she grabbed his shoulders, and forced a smile, "the whole reason I built my hotel was to help sinners redeem themselves, no matter what they did. There's good in everybody, and you're proof of that. You've already completed the first step, and showed remorse by saying 'sorry'."
Nester face went blank. She… she couldn't be serious. There is no way this woman could be this trusting,
"… I-I was just being polite. I'd hardly say an off handed comment makes me a good person."
"You recognized a mistake and atoned for it. I'd say that's the hallmark of a person who has some good in them."
"… because I apologized for bumping into you?… t-that… I think there's a big difference between casual courtesy at a small mistake and atonement for a crime that gets a person sent to Hell-"
"Nester," he felt two pair of arm squeeze his shoulders as the woman forced his eyes into hers. The determination written on her face to prove her own viewpoint would be cute… if it didn't border on rabidness, "I may not have come here from Earth like you. I was born in Hell and lived here my entire life, and despite the century of misdeeds I've witnessed, despite the horrors I watch my people commit on one another, despite it all… I know deep down their is still an ember of humanity in their souls. Saying sorry won't set it ablaze for all to see… but it's the first fan of many that will do so."
Nester found his darting pupils locked into place when the woman whispered that last part out. Almost in desperation,
"Please… let me show you my hotel, let me show you what I'm trying to do." she pleaded, "And if not for that, then at least because it'll be a safe place to stay while you get settled here."
Nestor bit his lips. Maybe this was an eleberate punishment after all. This woman, in her pure kindness, was assuring him a place of refuge from this literal hellhole.
If there had been a pit of fire, it may have burned off his skin. If there had been a crater of tar, it may have scorched his lungs. If there had been an angel's spear it may have sent him to oblivion… but all seemed far better than being presented the trust of a stranger, and knowing he'd shatter it and deliver a blow to her dream.
He should turn around. Politely wish her luck and say he'll think about her offer, then scurry off into the city to never see her again.
He should not risk building a connection with somebody to watch it and their ideals crumble when they understand the type of person he really was.
Under no circumstance, should he accept her kindness,
"Okay." Nester breathed out,
'FUCK!' his mind screeched, and whatever soul he had left shattered at the woman's squeal of joy,
"Yessss! My second guest!" she used one hand to fist pump the the air, and the other grasp to grab his arm once more. Pulling him along, "I swear you won't regret this!"
'I already do.'
the avian bit back his thought… ironically the rude thing was keeping the remark in. And the guilt in being unable to prevent his own nature was the start of the punishment that made this place truly live up to its name,
A realization then hit the young man… one that, if only briefly shocked him away from his own self doubt,
"… I-I'm sorry… you've got this whole idea I'm a polite guy, but I never even asked for your name." Nester stuttered out embarrassed, whether the woman laughed at that or her own joyous nature was something the avian thought would ever be a mystery,
"No need to apologize for that," she chuckled, "I'm the air head who got so far ahead of herself she forgot introductions."
The blonde opened her lips to do so… then closed it. Smiling to herself she seemed to get an idea. Racing to top of the current hill they were in, the pale woman reached some sort of crescendo at the summit.
Pausing she raised both hands upward, looked at back… and then took a few steps back and rose up higher on the tips of her hills.
Nester cocked his head confused. The emotion fell out of his ear when he did. For from this angle, the red suited hotel owner looked as if she was holding the sign of a far off building. One that shined atop a vacant hill, with a neon sign of the one name she's already mentioned,
"To make things official." she coughed out before flashing a toothy shine that glowed like a spotlight, "Welcome Nester, to the Hazbin Hotel! I am it's manager, and your redemption coach on the pathway to Heaven, Charlie Morningstar!"
Charlie, evidently, breathed in and out deeply. Having all but sung out the declaration like a broadway performer. Nester… unsure of himself, quietly clapped.
Then, before he could stop his own curiosity, he ruined the moment,
"… wait… like the mace or the whip?"
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Vaggie quickly paced back and forth across the lounge. Her white flowing mane swung back and forth. Its follicles locked into place and shining like the edge of a steel ax that levitated centimeters above the floor it wished to strike.
For the multi armed demons lounging on a velvety couch, and the two workers slacking or stabbing at the bar counter, the sight of the one eyed security guard marching across the marble floor wasn't something they'd take the time to so much as sneak a peek at.
Whether it be to guard the hotel, threaten an inhabitant, or guard the hotel from the inhabitants she threaten, Vaggie was constantly on the move. Face as cold and chilling as her shimmering spear head.
However, that militaristic glare being vacant was something that warranted another second glance… and the energetic skip in her step bouncing her lips into a toothy smile was something that caused all the occupants to openly stare at the gray skinned woman like she was a unicorn shitting rainbows.
Normally Vaggie hated this type of attention… and she especially hated any provided by the furred stick figure that featured his golden tooth.
But right now, she felt far too jubilant to care. She had actually done it! Through pure grit and will she had gotten these undisciplined fuckers to make the commercial Charlie and the hotel deserved.
Alaster may have had to be the one to set up all the dominos… and got to determine when they fell, but somehow or another, she had come through for her partner.
When Charlie walked through those doors, regardless if she had a sunny smile or rainy eyes, Vaggie would be able to sit her down on the couch and watch in true glee as the ad brightened the biggest dreamer in Hell's day.
'And I've actually contributed to that dream for once!' the patched woman wanted to shout to the heavens, but settled for growing her smile further, 'I've actually done something fucking useful!'
Turning from the bar, and Husk's disturbed gaze, Vaggie's thoughts kept her blind to Angel's shark filled grin… as well as the moment it started to dip.
'She's going to be here any minute!' Vaggie bit her bottom lip in excitement.
Constantly spinning her good eye towards the door. Waiting in anticipation for the moment her girlfriend returned like a kid would scope out the fireplace during Christmas eve.
And much like a jubilant child, the security guard missed the one eyed elf, bipedal reindeer, and feline Santa paced into the living room.
"Uh… Vagina?" the vexing voice of a spider buzzed in her ear,
"Don't say a fucking word! Not one of you is ruining the surprise." she waved Angel off,
"Yeah… that's the thing, your little surprise-"
"Your bullshits can wait. Charlie is going to be here any second!"
"Do you know that for a fact?" the spider coughed out… a rare moment of restraint against the usual verbal jabs he'd send her way,
Vaggie took in a deep breath, and prepared to turn to her drill sergeant like self for a moment to shut the sinner up,
"Why does it matter?!" Vaggie snapped… only for a cats claw and a muppets hand to point at the television,
"Because the surprise is about to arrive before her." Angel deadpanned,
Vaggie one pupil nearly shrink itself out of existence. A quick glance to the TV showed the daily news was the next program coming up, and Alaster had said-
"Nononono!" the spear woman shot herself towards the TV. Her hands digging into its frame and lifting it up in a choke, "It can't play now!"
Vaggie snapped her head towards the Radio demon,
"You said your friend could book a late night spot!"
"My dear, I said I'd pull some strings" the specked man flashed more of his razors that had sent out the 'pull', "to run are little picture bulletin this evening"
The crimson demon raised a gloved finger and backhand king observed the claws coming out,
"And barring all the hands of ours clocks broke upon the same hour, then I do say my promise has arrived precisely on time."
Vaggie felt the urge to raised the television above her head. Ready for TV to kill radio in the most literal way possible,
"You fucking-" she growled… the smallest trace of logic left within her lowered the picture device. Knowing all too well the Alaster would welcome the sensation of the 'future' media crumbling against his form, "I'm going to video chat Charlie… it'll be grainy but she'll be able to see it live at least."
The guard frantically dove her hand into her pocket. Desperaltu reaching for her cell to salvage what she could before time ran-
"Uh… toots." Angel tapped Vaggie's shoulder with one arm, caught the phone she bobbled with another, then turned her around with two more, "It's starting."
"Aùn no!" Vaggie face nearly rammed into the pixels when she saw herself the actor on the screen, "Alaster do something!"
She called in frantic frustration… the deer demon eyes suddenly lit up with the same flare as his grin. A second hand ran up the length of his microphone staff,
"Is that an invitation to demolish this soulless form of entertainment?" his voice harmonized with sinisterly joyful static.
Husk and Angel shared a look before leaping over the back of the couch. And using it as cover for what could come next,
"What- why would you think that'd be helpful! Just, uh, just give me a second!" Vaggie panicked. Everything was falling apart around her, and she didn't need hotel property to start doing so literally.
Snatching her phone from the foxhole bound Angel, Vaggie frantically began scrolling for her girlfriend's number.
When she heard her electronic voice on the speaker… and watched the box be shadowed by a slow moving Alaster who had not been told a direct no… she began fumbling her digits over the screen faster.
"Don't you fucking dare Alaster-" the white haired woman shouted.. only for the deer hunter to stop in his tracks when her voice was cut off twice,
"Welcome to the Hazbin-"
A buzzing snowfall of black and white static choked the commercial to death in an instant. Before the ever vexing jingle of 666 news ushered in the horrific sight of Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench,
"Breaking news, we've just received word from the heaven embassy that the yearly extermination is happening sooner than expected!" Katie's sadistic smile was only put to shame by her venomous sarcasm, "and you know what that means Tom"
"No Katie, I don't!"
"It means we're all royally fucked!" the demonic anchor stabbed her fingers into the news desk… and given the shock present on everyone face, and even in Alaster's dilating pupils, they may as well reached through the finger and pierced all their souls,
"What… the… actual… hell?!" Angel was the first to break free from the shock shoved down their throats, before Vaggie could join him… the worst newscaster in the afterlife hit her with a worse surprise,
"And for any of you wondering if this is some sick fucking joke, then may I remind you we are in Hell and we are the sick fucking joke. But for anyone too stupid to remember that, we have amateur footage of Hell's own ambassador confirming the reports!"
The screen shifted once more. To the graining video of a shaking camera. It had started out filming the model of an… adult video shop, but from the corner of the screen an all too familiar red suited princess emerged. Sitting down at the base of the embassy. Head in hands,
"Oh no." Vaggie once again glue her head to the screen,
"And because of me… the extermination will be on them even faster"
Vaggie could barely hear it… the audio quality made Alaster's voice sound crisp and natural in comparison. Yet evidently… it had been loud enough to carry into half the street's ears. For the camera shifted into her… along with a full house of eyes. And before Charlie could explain herself… a full blown riot was in the midst,
"… that ain't good." Husk low whisper lowered itself back down behind the couch.
After a deep breath… Vaggie knew it was because of her not Alaster this time.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she materlized her spear, and began tapping Charlie's number frantically,
The TV once again shifted to the reporters,
"In a display of true shit spewing hypocrisy, the Princess sprouted nonsense about her redemption passion project… ignoring the fact she just admitted to fucking us over!"
Nifty was jumping to grab Vaggie's spear. The guard kept it out of reach. Although that was because of her urge to raise it up to run the newscaster through rather then the maids safety,
"Wow Katie, a failed hotel, a new extermination, and a full scale riot in one afternoon! What will Hell's princess do next!"
Katie craned her next till it snapped at Tom,
"Evidently the chicken she dragged from the scene"
The recording once again filled the screen. Charlie wayward voice couldn't be heard through all the accusation sent her way.
Turning frantically though, Vaggie's girlfriend tried to address each insult thrown her way. She stopped when a beige wing brush passed her nose.
it must have been irritating, because the distinct explosion of one Charlie sneeze managed to be picked up by the phone. As was the silence that followed, as she stared at an embarrassed bird winged but mostly human-like, demon who pouted at his appendage as if they had a mind of their own.
Charlie's own thoughts had come to a conclusion before his ever frantic feather. Because before the man could finish explaining himself, the blonde woman actually… smiled… declared something in the same motion she usually reserved when about to break out in song, and grabbed the brown haired sinner and rushed/dragged him out of the crowd,
When the footage cut away, a brief interlude of speechlessness followed. Long enough for Vaggie phone to cease its ringing to join in the silence,
"… well this ought to be interesting." Angel Dust snickered, all be it from behind his cover,
Starring as if she just got run over by a blitz, Vaggie barely heard the comment. Nor did she truly register the smile Alaster sent her after he fished Niffy away from her side with a shadowy reel,
All her time in Hell, Vaggie had dedicated to protecting Charlie. And now she just witnessed her girlfriend have to save herself from a riot
…while she was off making deals with Alaster. Leaving the blonde at the mercy of the literal worst strangers in existence. She didn't… she didn't know how to respond to such a failure,
"Even with a get out of jail free card, it looks like the princess will either fuck or eat away what little time we have left!"
"The only question left is, which one do you think gets stuffed-"
"I swear to fucking God Tom-"
The announcer took Vaggie's choice away from her… and a spear exploded through the screen where both their heads merged. A flash of sparks and shattered glass pulsating from the collapsed box.
Outside of her own labored pants, the lobby was silence. As the guardian stood frozen in midst of her follow through.
All eyes looked to her, then the TV, then back to her… before the viewing machine burst into flames.
"Bravo, bravo! I dare say you have shattered box office records young lady!" Alaster clap echoed with more helpful malicious then his ever presence smile,
Vaggie found herself growing more and more rage filled with each acoustic beat. When Niffty sped over to the TV, the eye patched woman grabbed her spear, to make sure she didn't have to hunt down the maid if the radio demon pushed his luck,
"What's the matter? Never celebrated Thanksgiving?" Angel head rose up a smiling periscope,
Vaggie turned aimed her spear as if it was a multitude eyed target,
"I will when I have something to be thankful for. Like skewering you."
Angel vaulted over the couch and met the threat by lounging before it. Evidently, hearing Vaggie sharp tone was enough to convince the spider her other weapon was all but sheathed,
"Calm down, calm down." he raised two hands in mock surrounding why relaxing another pair behind his head, "I'm just busting your chops. I've got entire message boards dedicated to rumors about my made up love life with more juice then that story. Beside, you know more then anyone it's just tabloid garbage, given you and Charlie are…"
Vaggie's eye pulsates like a time bomb when she watched Angel's lowest set of hands weave together two V's.
Her pulsating vein told the white furred demon what she thought of his gesture better than her words ever could. She didn't even bother telling Angel she wasn't concerned with Katie Killjoys revenge spewed gossip, or point out Charlie swung for both teams.
"This will blow over in one day tops." the spider jazzed hand his sign language away,
Vaggie sole eye twitched when Angel stretched out his legs,
"The cock fucking part I mean, this fast paced Extermination schedules gonna make her Hell's number one bitch for years… barring we aren't all slaughtered within the next."
Vaggie wasn't sure what strained harder at that remark. Her grinding teeth or Alaster's twisting neck,
"If I was you I'd be more concerned with the fact she didn't pick up. I mean did you see that mob? They were out for fucking blood."
"Fucking," Vaggie bit her tongue, for as much as she hated Angel right now, he was right about that, "I'm going to go find her"
Charlie was powerful… heck probably stronger than her. But her girlfriend had a knack for letting her guard down around the worst type of people… the fact a walking radio was smiling at the flaming debris that has used to be their TV was proof enough of that,
"Just remember it's not duck season when you do." Angel snickered…although cut himself off with puckered lips when he released the couch he lazed upon no longer had the device that made it all worth it,
Vaggie growled, making her way to the door. All that matter was Charlie safety. So long as the weird avian guy wasn't a threat, she didn't care what lies the media said about him, or why Charlie all but kidnapped him from the street.
She grasped the handle. Unlike Angel, she was a well disciplined warrior, even if she had emotions to keep in check right now, which she didn't, she'd be more than capable of-
The knob turned in Vaggie hand and the door swing outwards rather than in. A tall shadow dragged a wide one behind it,
"I've personally never shot fireballs at a vampire but-" Charlie entered in the midst of her own conversation, and turned the smile to a full blown grin when she noticed she nearly ran into her partner, "Oh, hey Vaggie! Quick! What's the best type of problem?!"
The gray woman blinked her one eye in silence. Charlie puffed cheeks couldn't hold back the excitement and took the shocked confusion as a pathway to continue,
"The one you've already found the solution for!"
The manager flared the door open. The pixelated young man now stood in far more detail. His unkept hair, shaking beige feathers, and shifting yellows eyes laid out in full. Every twitch of his anxiety and social shell shock caught in high definition,
"Meet Nesterrrrrr" Charlie twirled her hand around trying failing to find an end to her rolled R's, "Last name pending. Hazbin Hotel's second resident!"
The blonde beamed, and patted the young man on the back… hard enough for him to stumble forward and take his first steps into the lobby,
"U-Uh… nice to meet you… Miss Morningstar was kind enough to offer me a room-",
the young man's eye briefly met Vaggie… then orbited around the room. The spacing of his words grew longer with each strange being he saw… when they landed in the knifed teethed smile of Alester, the fire of the TV still flickering in the bucks eyes. The demonic sight drained what little color had been left on the young man's face… and Vaggie saw him stop speaking all together, and when he finally did he'd his sentenced, he very much sounded like he questioned if he should,
"…here…"
Vaggie looked up to her girlfriend… who puff cheeks were ready to explode in happiness,
"Did you hear that! He already has manners, isn't that great-"
With a twirl of her fingers, Vaggie flashed her spear beneath the young man chin. And just as he could tear his fear away from the radio demon… he now swirled and jumped back at the one pointing towards his juggler,
"Vaggie?!" Charlie panicked… as did Husk to when he shifted from out under the sofa,
"Yeah, what the hell are you doing?!" the cat growled out, Vaggie spared him a glance more so out of confusion then anything else, "you heard the news! You can't drive out guest now!"
Beside the eyes starting at tje steel or fire, every other pair shot towards Husk on a cocked head. Albeit Charlie confusion had a happy edge to it,
"Awe, Husk! I knew you cared!"
"Of course I fucking care," the gambler said, "I need as many human shields as I can get in the next six months!"
"…",
silence followed his remark. Charlie's face falling both at the false hope Husk had brought… and the fact they knew her meeting with heaven had gone worse than imagined,
Vaggie still kept her weapon at the potential threat… even if he looked like he was ready to piss his feathers, trying to figure out how to split her gaze between intimidation and reassurance,
Eventually, Angel broke the stalemate all their minds where in,
"You know hot stuff… that's a good fucking point!" the spider demon barked at Husk… who snarl in response. He then turned to yell at Vaggie, "I don't say this very often, but whatever you do, do not split him in half with your rod!"
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Thanks to all who have read through the second chapter. I will try my best to upload a chapter every Friday. But until next week, please feel free to leave a comment! Criticism is always welcomed, so long as there's an attempt for it to be constructive.