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Hell's Special VIP Guest: Godzilla
The King scouts his turf; A Strange New Acquaintance
3 days later… Hazbin Hotel…
A few days had passed since the recent events following Godzilla's arrival. And after Sir Pentious had attacked, it led to rather uneventful days. Not much had happened after that. At least, nothing compared to the first day of Godzilla being in the Hotel. It had almost calmed down. The storm had cleared momentarily and all was calm at the moment. Suppose that was a good thing. At least, for the Hazbin Hotel crew. As for the rest of Hell… well, the massive dilemma and propaganda of Extermination being delayed hadn't gone completely quiet. And so far, there had been no signs of the Clock Tower changing. It remained the exact same time as it was three days ago. 6 hours, 45 minutes, and 37 seconds. But, of course, that didn't calm any of the social media antics nor any form of widespread social status. This varied to the News, Social Media, Television, Ads, even the Newspaper. Radio broadcasts included. It truly was a strange time.
But aside from Hell having problems, Three other individuals had problems of their own. These Individuals were our dear little princess, Charlie Morningstar. Our humble and stern Former and Fallen Exorcist Angel, Vaggie. And our sadistic and gentleman Radio Demon, Alastor. It had been three days of them dealing with their emotions. Each one handles said emotions in their own ways.
First, you have Charlie, who went through the stages of self reflection. Trying to reflect on how and why she had fallen for Godzilla. However, this proved utterly useless in the debut of getting ahold of these feelings. The next thing she tried doing was avoid being around Godzilla as much as possible. She didn't want him to feel isolated from her, but right now, the problems she was having with her emotions were starting to grow more and more with each passing moment she was with him. But, of course, that also turned out fruitless as she was practically running the Hotel and had to attend to every guest and employee. So there goes that out the window. And to make matters worse, he was very distracting from her goal. Which Godzilla was in full support of and he was willing to help in any way he can, but that didn't necessarily stop Charlie's emotions from having a race of crashes and turns. Despite Godzilla's honest and true support, Charlie often found herself unable to focus on her plans and new strategies on how to redeem sinners. Her mind was constantly thinking about him, and clearly nothing was changing that.
Next, we have Vaggie. Who much like her beloved Charlie, was also proving to have great irritation and struggle with her emotions. She started scorning herself. Telling herself she was a complete and total slut and whore for even having feelings for anyone besides Charlie. Saying how stupid and irritating it was to have feelings for two different people at the same time. However, this proved frivolous in the end. Having absolute no effect on her current emotions or the state she was in. If anything, it only worsened it more. So, Vaggie tried to think about Charlie and Charlie only. Devoting much of her time to her Princess. The night after Godzilla's first day, Vaggie insisted that they both had sex. Which of course, Charlie was more than obliged and willing to do. So that happened. But, it didn't help either of their emotions upon waking up in the morning. And seeing Godzilla once again. The emotions only came back. To both of them. The very next night, they did it again… useless once more. Guess now it was time to see if the third attempt had cleared their minds of Godzilla…
As for Alastor, he had been struggling with this obsessive feeling as well. Course, he was open to accept them until Godzilla had described him very similar to himself. After that, Alastor had seemingly lost all his edge to make any moves or attempts to the King. Which irritated him to say the least. The first thing Alastor did was try to muster up some courage to tell Godzilla what he'd been feeling… but… Alastor, the Radio Demon, chickened out at the last minute of practically all 50 attempts he planned and prepared to execute within the last 3 days. All flunked and failed. Alastor was starting to taste the bitterness of failure. Not that he hadn't tasted it before… but right now… Bitterness didn't have a good melody. Like bad meat. But even with those attempts, Alastor could hardly find himself even speaking directly to Godzilla. It was as if this creature had put a spell on him. Cursed him to where he goes against his will, making him stutter, spasm, even cower with these emotions he was feeling. It hurted his head and body to no end. And what made it worse, even when Alastor successfully made a hint of his feelings towards Godzilla, he just brushed it off like it was a simple sentence. It was starting to get immensely frustrating with all this dilemma and feelings. Feelings he'd never felt. At first they came to him as a sign of good fortune, but now it was starting to become an ongoing and consistently irritating problem.
And then of course, Angel Dust. Who did not count as one of the three individuals who was struggling. Because let's be honest here… It went from…
"You know Big Daddy, I bet you'd ram me so hard my brains would implode,"... To "Wanna fuck me tonight!"... To even… "Wanna go somewhere private… Tucked under covers, going at like animals,"... Well you get the idea. Angel had absolutely no problems with his emotions as he expressed them clearly and very explicitly. Making it very clear of his intentions and feelings towards Godzilla. And how did these exactly go? Well, Godzilla didn't accept these offers… nor did he deny them. Instead, he was pulled out of the conversation or it had been intervened by one of the Hazbin Employees. From Charlie dissuading Angel, to Vaggie tossing him or some other extracurricular activity, to Alastor threatening him, to even Husk asking Godzilla to do something. So in theory, Godzilla had neither accepted nor rejected Angel's offers mainly due to outside intervention. Which was also beginning to irritate Angel. Every time he'd make a move, someone else got Godzilla out of it. And Angel was quite honest that Godzilla would be more than willing to go at it. Because if the "Above Average Body," comment wasn't enough to convince you of how Godzilla viewed Angel, then I don't know what does.
As for Nifty, she referred to Godzilla as a 'Bad Boy' nearly twenty four seven, but she remained casual, kind… in her own sorta way, and much like an adoptive daughter to Godzilla rather than someone who had intimate feelings. And Nifty was all too excited to be hanging around Godzilla. Godzilla even helped her kill a few bugs along the way… though that inevitably led to some property damage… Course none of it was major.
And Husk, practically viewed Godzilla as a brother from another mother. Or just a very good friend in a sense. Within the past few days, Husk had taught Godzilla how to properly drink from a bottle, which Godzilla was eternally grateful for. They had become drinking buddies, if one could call it that. Husk talked and explained a few things about some of the society stuff, since clearly Charlie nor Vaggie was willing to do it. Due to their large emotional breakdowns. Godzilla had grown to like Husk quite a bit, viewing him as more than just an Ally and as an actual friend. One that he'd never thought he needed. But one he accepted greatly.
Godzilla even got introduced to some of the smaller workers and residents of the Hazbin Hotel. There was a little pig called Fat Nuggets, who was Angel Dust's pet. A gift given to him by his boss, Valentino. Angel described Fat Nuggets as the 'best' and 'only' good gift that his boss ever gave him. The pig's smell was delicious to Godzilla, but he chose not to consume the little creature seeing how it was harmless and there was no need to feed on him. Fat Nuggets even found his way to sleep with Godzilla on certain nights. That comforted Godzilla a little.
And then there was Razzle and Dazzle. Two little helpers of Charlie given to her by her Father, Lucifer, The King of Hell and Sin of Pride. They didn't speak and acted like quiet little servants. Course, they didn't engage too much with Godzilla unless it had something to do with Charlie. They weren't hostile, but Godzilla could sense that their appearance was more of an illusion rather than what they really were.
Last but definitely not least, Keekee. A little pet cyclops cat that could turn into a key to the Hotel but also acted as a weapon for Lucifer. She grew to like Godzilla very much. Sometimes finding places to sleep on his back, in between his dorsal plates. She would even purr and rub against his feet. Keekee grew heavily attached to Godzilla. And when she was around him, it was nigh impossible to split her from him. Godzilla also grew to enjoy the company of the little cat. Finding her company rather pleasant and welcoming.
Meanwhile, in both Vaggie and Charlie's room. Both of them were beginning to awaken from the slumber… or more of their cuddles from their late night activities. Essentially, Sex. No surprise there I suppose.
Charlie and Vaggie had their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies intertwined. Charlie had her head right on top of Vaggie's, with her arms around her neck. Sleeping soundly. Vaggie had her arms around Charlie's waist, also snoring softly. The covers of their bed swathed around their bodies firmly. The moment was peaceful and quiet.
As for everyone else, Husk, his usual self being passed out, booze blind as per usual. Nifty sleeping on the couch soundly. Angel sleeping in his room. And Alastor who was wide awake and currently eating breakfast. Which came in the form of a dead, rotten, deer carcass.
And last but definitely not least, our glorious King of The Monsters, Godzilla who was in the lobby. With a glass of water in his hand as he stood by the bar next to a passed out Husk. Godzilla was absolutely bored out of his mind. He'd never been one to feel boredom, but today was a large exception. Ever since he arrived in Hell and joined Charlie and her group of misfits, he had been feeling strange emotions and feelings he'd never thought he could feel. A similarity to our beloved Radio Demon. He had nothing to do after day one. They had repaired the massive hole in the building that day and cleaned up most of the bodies the next day. But today, Godzilla was incredibly bored.
The King looked down at the glass of water in his hand, he brought it to his mouth, opening it slightly, and drank the water in one full gulp. Refreshing. There were no large sources of clean water where Godzilla could keep himself hydrated or healthy. He could go years without water, but that wasn't to say he still desired water. The water was very relieving on his scales, but of course it'd been a year since he went into large bodies of water. Back on his planet, and reality, the oceans and nearly all sources of water had been evaporated and destroyed by Destoroyah. Leaving Godzilla unable to keep hydrated and up to stamina. But, Godzilla could go another few years without water until it started to drastically take effect on him. The small cups and gulps of water did help. At least his hydration. But the stress and dryness on his scales were starting to make him a little uncomfortable and slightly stressed.
He could always take a walk outside of the Hotel. Go out for a nice stroll and try, and by that he really, really meant, TRY to take in and enjoy the scenery of Hell. Godzilla didn't necessarily "love" Hell. But this one sure beats the shit out of the one he previously visited… especially what would've happened if he was trapped within the Chaos Entity. His rage started boiling over him. He'd never felt much anger towards most creatures. Hardly any if he was completely honest. But the Chaos Entity had definitely earned his rage. Every, last, ounce of it.
Godzilla sat the empty glass of water on the bar. Husk would eventually clean it once he woke up.
Godzilla walked to the door of the Hotel. Yeah, a stroll didn't sound too bad if he was honest. He couldn't sleep due to his boredom and the lighting in Hell. It never changed. It was never darker or brighter so the only way Godzilla could tell time was those little fidgets that made tik-tok sounds. It came in the shape of a small circle with numbers on it that Godzilla had still needed time to learn. But, that would come later. For right now, he needed to stretch his legs and get some air. Explore this place a little bit. Get to know it. If he was going to stay here in Hell. He'd best get to know it as best as he could.
Godzilla grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Though he had to hunch down in order to fit through it. Which sorta irked him a little. But he managed. Once he was outside the hotel, he closed the door. And proceeded to venture out and see what the hell was in Hell.
Yes, that was intentional.
Godzilla also had no idea what time it was so he just rolled with it.
He walked down the small hill and towards the gate. Most of the terrain had been completely torn up due to his Atomic Breath when he used it against Cain and his army. So, that would probably be on the list for someone to fix up. But, definitely not him, not that he had a problem with the work.
Godzilla ventured forth, trying to figure out which way he should go. Left? Right? Straight? Three possible choices.
Perhaps, straight would do for now. He could always retrace his steps if he gets too far. Godzilla proceeded forward, heading down the street and into the city limits.
The streets were definitely filled with many sinners. Many came in all sorts. But whilst he walked by them… some of them… if not most of them seemed… Afraid? He could smell the fear from their bodies. They reeked of it in fact. And their expressions were quite vividly clear on how they viewed him. Godzilla didn't even look at them and they all seemed quite nervous around him. If not downright terrified. Without him even directing his attention toward them. This was strange. Not 3 days ago, people didn't even know who he was or at least didn't care about him. Sure, they stared at him in confusion? Awe? Or just irritation? He wasn't certain. But it was quite clear… he was widely feared now. For a reason he wasn't quite certain. However, with his incredible hearing, he could hear a sinner whisper to another saying.
"Is that him? Is he the one who destroyed Hell's Shoguns?" She whispered quietly.
"Oh my God, that is him! Oh, quick, take a picture," Another whispered.
"Holy shit, he's the one that survived the Flames of Tartarus…" Another Sinner whispered.
Wait a minute, how did they know about him doing that? How did they even know about Cain being killed? As Godzilla passed by a TV Booth, he glanced at the TV's very quickly. Not finding anything interesting. He didn't even stop walking. That is until… with his brief glance, he saw a video recording of him absolutely annihilating Hell's Shoguns. Godzilla stopped, his expression frowning heavily. He walked back to the TV Booths rather quickly and saw that somehow and in some way… someone had recorded his battle with The Army and Cain. Showing his brutality and his utter power. Godzilla watched in confusion. How did someone manage to get this on video feed? This was probably how everyone knew of his existence and possibly his power.
Great, so much for a quiet and peaceful walk down the streets. At first, no one knew who he was… now, everyone does.
Godzilla gruffed a little as he turned to keep walking down the sidewalk. Many people still stared at him, some in fear, some in shock, some in awe, some in utter amazement. And some in kinkiness. Not that Godzilla knew how to tell someone was in the mood. Godzilla's eyebrows scowled heavily. His left eye twitched a little from the stares on him. But Godzilla ventured forth, still not giving any sort of attention towards anyone.
The King began crossing the street on a crosswalk that would connect to the other sidewalk. As Godzilla walked down the crosswalk, something slammed into his side. Causing him to stumble a little to his right. However, this only managed to move his right foot.
"Oh FUCK! I just bought this fucking car!" A feminine and sultry voice shouted in irritation. Godzilla gruffed a little. Slightly irritated. He looked to his left seeing a bright pink car, which had rammed into his side. The front of it was completely destroyed. There were two drivers currently. A lupine hellhound with a monotone gray color scheme. He is extremely muscular and has a scar on his left eye with slightly ripped ears. He also has a black fur pattern resembling a tattoo on his left arm in the shape of a wolf's head; he was roughly around eight feet tall. He seemed genuinely shocked by what just happened. And then there was a succubus demon with an enticing, curvaceous build. She has pink skin with black tipped horns, the left one taller than the other, and a barbed tail with a black end along with two black stars on the side of her horns and a black heart under her right eye. Her eyes are covered by glasses which were sorta knocked off a little due to the wreck, but she also had hot pink eyes with yellow sclera. She stood roughly seven feet tall, and seemed slightly irritated and angered.
"UGH! Watch where you're fucking walking, you big lump of meat!" She shouted as she got out of her destroyed car. The Hellhound seemed greatly shocked that he hadn't taken any injuries from that. But was relieved to say the least.
The female succubus walked right up to Godzilla, very much frustrated with him. He only watched her, slightly confused on how she didn't see him while driving.
She stormed up to Godzilla, though she could see he was clearly much taller than her. But that didn't seem to affect her temper. Godzilla was still leaning on his right leg. Though he watched the pink succubus closely.
"Do you have any idea how much this'll cost me?! I'm already fucking low on funds as I am, now I have pay someone to fix my car! Shit! If you got money, you better pay up!" The pink succubus shouted as she took off her sunglasses, showing her pink eyes with the yellow sclera. Godzilla simply looked a little agitated from her ranting. But the Hellhound in the car quickly caught whiff of who they had just run into…
"Uuuuhhh, Verosika…" The Hellhound said a little nervously. Verosika, The Pink Succubus, sighed heavily and turned to the Hellhound calmly.
"Yes, Vortex?" Verosika said, trying to keep her temper towards him to a minimum, considering she probably wouldn't be able to pay him enough with her funds going down like crazy. Vortex, The Hellhound, pointed nervously to Godzilla.
"That's the guy that killed Cain and Hell's Shoguns…" Vortex said. Verosika's eyes widened widely. She quickly looked back at Godzilla who remained still.
"Ooohh… hehe, You're the Hell Slayer," Verosika said a little nervously. Godzilla sat up a little bit. Godzilla raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by that name.
"Look, uhm, ehem, Sorry about that, uuuhh, it won't happen again, I promise," Verosika said as she backed away from Godzilla. He continued to watch her closely. Still slightly confused by her behavior towards him. Shit, was him slaughtering all the samurai and Cain really enough to spill fear into the hearts of so many people. He just met this person and he wasn't all too sure if he could trust them or not, but he supposed he could lighten the load of people who feared him. He began making a connection with this Verosika. And Vortex while he was at it.
"Shit, shit, shit… It had to be The Hell Slayer of all people that I drove my car into. Fuck! This is bad, this is very, very bad! I know Vortex won't be able to do shit to him if he decides, 'Hey Verosika, today's the day you die to my fucking claws', fuck, fuck, fuck… as if this day couldn't get any worse," Verosika's thought to herself. Absolutely shocked and terrified about what could possibly happen next. But nothing happened, at least not yet.
"Why do you call me 'Hell Slayer'?" A calm yet intimidating voice was heard. Catching Verosika off guard, as well as Vortex.
"YAH! Who said that?!" Verosika shouted as she looked around ready to fight someone.
"That would be me," Godzilla spoke telepathically. Causing Vortex and Verosika to turn and look at The Hell Slayer, who crossed his arms and stood up straight. Easily reaching ten feet in height.
"Oh… that was you… uhm… how are you talking to us?" Verosika asked, slightly nervous and a little afraid.
"Telepathy. Nothing more to it, now, answer my question. Why do you call me 'Hell Slayer'," Godzilla asked, slightly stern. Verosika backed up a little. His tone changed momentarily. Almost as if he sounded angry.
"You're joking right? You killed Cain and Hell's Shoguns…" Verosika said.
"And?" Godzilla said, seemingly unimpressed with this feat he pulled off. This caused Verosika to become slightly taken back. What did he mean 'and'? He knew what the Hell's Shoguns were , right?
"Do you know what the Hell's Shoguns… were?" Verosika asked. Godzilla remained unimpressed.
"I knew nothing of what they did. Only what they were attempting to do. And I eradicated them because of their malevolent attempts. I have no knowledge of them. Only that now, they are destroyed and no longer my concern," Godzilla spoke telepathically. Simply not even caring about what the Hell's Shoguns had done or were. Vortex and Verosika were completely shocked. The Hell Slayer didn't even know who he was fighting, only that they were apparently doing something he didn't approve of. And because of that, he slaughtered an entire army.
"So, let me get this straight. You single handedly slaughtered an entire army of Devils from Tartarus, using Angelic Weapons, killed their leader, whose Cain of all people, because you didn't like what they were doing at that moment?" Vortex said as he got out of the car completely flabbergasted by Godzilla's words.
"You make it sound like it's a big deal," Godzilla said, still simply not even getting their viewpoint on all this.
"Uhm, hello, it is a big deal! The Hell's Shoguns practically owned the souls of nearly every Overlord in the Pride Ring. They were the Big Hitters of the Pride Ring and called nearly all the shots. Lucifer didn't seem to do shit about it, either because he didn't care or because he didn't know. But aside from that, The Hell's Shoguns were the biggest, baddest, ruthless, and most bastardized bastards of The Pride Ring. And suddenly out of nowhere, some random Dinosaur Demon, cuts them up like some fucking carrots on a farm. And here he stands before us saying it's not a big deal!" Verosika said. Godzilla once again, remained unimpressed with what the Hell's Shoguns had done. But he supposed that killing them brought a sense of calm or at the very least peace of mind to these 'Overlords'.
"Again, I did what I deemed necessary to protect what I valued. I did not have any endgame goal aside from preventing the abuse of living things. I say this once again, They were malevolent forces preying on those who could not stand against them, and for those who could, were overpowered and treated like the rest. I did not do this for fame, glory, or fortune. I did it because it was necessary," Godzilla spoke telepathically. His voice toned down to slight calmness. Surprising both Verosika and Vortex a little. This was certainly new.
"So… hold on, hold on. You're telling me that you killed The Hell's Shoguns, The Big Bads of The Pride Ring, because you believed it to be necessary?" Verosika asked. Godzilla uncrossed his arms.
"That is what I said. There was no other reason behind that action," Godzilla said calmly. Verosika widened her eyes again.
"Quick Question, Hell Slayer… What exactly did the Hell's Shoguns do that caused you to… do what you thought was necessary," Vortex asked curiously. He looked at Vortex.
"They dared to harm a group I have grown fond of. They attacked three of them. Two of them were women I care for deeply and another that I value as an ally," Godzilla said telepathically. Verosika, quickly hearing that The Hell Slayer sounded like a Ladiesman got her feeling very horny. Though, of course, she tried very hard not to express that.
"Damn… Respect, my guy," Vortex said, his fear going away.
"Is that the reason you refer to me as 'Hell Slayer'? Because I destroyed a powerful group?" Godzilla asked curiously.
"Well, yeah… You haven't been paying attention to Social Media? Or the news? Sinners and Hellborn all across Hell are practically praising you. Some large families are looking for you to become their new Overlord. Even the women are going crazy for you…" Verosika said as she pulled out her phone and showed Godzilla all sorts of footage of Sinners and Hellborn practically forming together and praising Godzilla. One video shows a massive Cult praising a picture of Godzilla on a wall. It had a big word on it that said "SAVIOR!". Then there was another video where it showed a Talk show. With a woman sinner saying how Hot and Sexy and even terrifying The Hell Slayer is. Then there was… what the fuck is this? Hell Slayer toys? Plushies? Body Pillows? What the actual fuck!?
"And there's one right here too. God, I didn't realize how sexy this beast was. At first I thought he was just some freakish monster on a rampage. But Hot Damn, he's the complete opposite. I wonder how he is in bed… Wait… FUCK! Stay focused Verosika, Stay focused!" Verosika contemplated to herself as Godzilla seemed genuinely confused about all this drama that was happening in Hell.
"Hm, I see…" Godzilla spoke telepathically as Verosika brought the phone away from Godzilla.
"Yeah, and some people. Like some of them in this area, are just bat shit terrified of you. I guess it's because they don't know if you're gonna rip their faces in two if they come across ya. Like us. The way we just hit you with the car kinda gave us the notion we might've pissed you off," Vortex said.
"Touché," Godzilla said innocently. Verosika looked at Godzilla. It didn't seem like he was even aware of most of the shit that was happening. But this could be a heavy opportunity. Multiple in fact. With Cain and his Devil's in Disguise gone, someone else was bound to take over their department. That someone could be standing right in front of her. The Hell Slayer, possibly the perfect person to take up as The Big Bad.
"Anyhow, I see you're metal piece on wheels is damaged, allow me to fix that," Godzilla said catching the attention of Verosika and Vortex as they watched Godzilla's back begin to glow blue, his eyes also glowing blue, and then his dorsal plates sparking electricity. Vortex and Verosika backed up as Godzilla raised his claw towards the car. Raising it up off the ground and beginning to work his magic. By magic that meant using his magnet powers to fix the car. The car seemingly moved the parts back into place and fixed it flawlessly.
Vortex and Verosika watched on as The Hell Slayer continued to fix the car easily. Until he was finally finished. The car looked brand new. All the parts were in their places. Like it had never had an accident before. The car was lowered down on the street gently. The electricity of Godzilla's back dissipated, and his power also died down.
"There. Should be good as new," Godzilla said telepathically to both Verosika and Vortex.
"God Damn, now that's a repairman right there," Vortex said, greatly impressed with Godzilla's power. Verosika found herself blushing a little. Though it was difficult to tell since her skin was practically pink on its own. Slight shades of light red formed on her cheeks.
"Oh… well, Thank you, Slayer~, appreciate it. I can call you Slayer, right?" Verosika asked. Godzilla looked at her.
"I care not for what you refer to me as… but, yes, if that is the name that you find preferable for me, then you shall call me Slayer," Godzilla said telepathically. Vortex hopped in the car starting it. It hummed to life, giving off a powerful engine roar. Verosika pulled out a notepad and began to write on it.
"Sweet, here's my number," Verosika said as gave Godzilla the stick note, which he innocently took.
"Oh, but one more thing," Verosika said as she walked to Godzilla a little closer. Who only tilted his head slightly.
"Bend down a little," Verosika asked. Godzilla was confused by what she was trying to do, but knowing fully well that if she had the intention to harm him, she wouldn't be able to pull it off. So he obliged to her demand, hunching his back down a little.
"A little closer," She said right after. Godzilla rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. But he did as she told him. Bending down to her height. She then gently placed her hands on the side of his head. One grabbing just above where his ears were, and the other right next to his jaw on his cheek. She stood next to him. He looked at her, still a little confused as to what she was trying to do.
A very large and vampish smile crease across her face, as she placed her warm, tender lips on the side of his face. Kissing him on the cheek. At first she would've believed his scales to feel rough, but they felt smooth. What she wasn't expecting was the sweet smell of… God, he smelt so good. What was that? It smelt familiar… No, wait, she recognized it. Velvette's Rose Queens and Demons (Essentially it's the Henry Rose Queens and Monsters perfume for both men and Women. Let's just say that Angel Dust managed to convince Godzilla to put on the perfume. Making him smell absolutely amazing. But that's a scenario for another time.) God, he smelt amazing. This was a perfume she had used once or twice, but stopped using it after the prices for it went high and her funds started getting low.
Godzilla was unsure of what she was doing. Only that he could probably guess this was a form of 'intimate behavior' for humanoids. A form he believed was called… Wait… What the Hell was it called? Shit, he didn't remember. Though, he doesn't really care to remember.
Verosika wasn't done, however, as she gently pulled his head a little closer with her left hand that was on the other side of his head. Which was right above where his ear was. She let out a small, soft exhale. Then she released her lips from his scales. She walked to the car, leaving Godzilla still left with many questions.
"See you around, Slayer~," Verosika said as she got into the car, putting on her sunglasses.
"WOO, Catch ya later, Slayer, Thanks for the repair job!" Vortex said as he drove off in the car, leaving Godzilla completely confused and demanding answers.
"Damn these accursed humanoid gestures," Godzilla said to himself. He looked at the small sticky note in his hand. It had a bunch of numbers on it that he was unsure of how to decipher them. He gruffed a little and tried to figure out where to put it. Godzilla gruffed again. Suddenly, the sticky note was engulfed in blue flames. Seemingly disappearing.
He'll worry about that later. Now was time to keep venturing forward and trying to learn all about this Hell.
It seemed his actions had drawn more attention than he'd thought possible. It's not that he didn't care. But all this attention could greatly affect what Charlie, Vaggie, and their friends were desperately trying to achieve. To redeem sinners and send them to Heaven to avoid the Extermination.
But then Godzilla remembered something about families looking for him as their new Overlord. Godzilla didn't know what an Overlord exactly was, but took an educated guess as someone or something of high power in Hell. If what Godzilla could piece together was in fact true, Overlords own souls, souls that do their bidding. Whether that was willing or against their will, Godzilla was uncertain of. He could guess it was more of the against rather than the actual willing. But, if Godzilla was able to per say, convince Sinners and People to serve him… perhaps this wasn't a bad idea. Perhaps, Godzilla could finally make something. The intentions that Godzilla had were not to be seen as barbaric or savage. If Godzilla could get enough Sinners and Souls to join him, he could raise an Army… A Rebellion against The Chaos Entity. He could make a defense for this Reality. A protective shield against it and its forces of chaos. If Godzilla was able to gain enough power, enough souls, enough soldiers, enough of everything, He could finally stand up to The Chaos Entity. Instead of being alone. Godzilla could defend this Reality for certain. But where would he start? Even the biggest, baddest group called The Hell's Shoguns weren't even a warm up for him. At least in terms of actually fighting. But then he remembered, The Flames of Tartarus. The very flames that had caused the most harm to Godzilla since he first arrived here. There may be a way for him to absorb and consume that power. Utilizing it into his own and using it against Destoroyah. Godzilla now officially had a goal. Raise a Rebellion, Raise an Army, Create Protection for this Reality, and defeat The Chaos Entity. This was his goal. Now, all he needed were a few souls who were willing to join his cause against the Chaos Entity. Though, seeing many of the souls in Hell possibly would either chicken out, grovel in fear, or reject the idea of serving him and/or fighting The Chaos Entity.
But perhaps, these certain families could come into use. Maybe helping that Succubus wasn't a bad idea after all.
Time to form a Rebellion.
Heaven…
It was official, Extermination Day had been Delayed. This wasn't necessarily announced to all of Heaven. Only to the few who needed to know this information. At least, according to Sera and some of the Archangels. Though, some were less than fond of Extermination being pushed back to who knows how long. These individuals were The First Man, Adam, and his Lieutenant, Lute. And then there was the third individual, Azrael, Angel of Death. None of them were very fond of the idea that Extermination had been held back. All three of them wanted to make the Sinners pay dearly for what they had done. Of course, Adam and Azrael were more than just wanting to destroy sinners. They thirsted for blood. Lute, on the other hand, simply did as she was ordered to by her commanding officers. Those being Adam and Azrael.
"Ugh, I can't fucking believe this!? Can you believe this stupid shit, Lute. They delayed the Extermination! For Fucking what!? All because Hades is like, 'Oh yeah, I'm gonna piss off all the Angels because I got Kaiju now! I'm so big and strong!'... Like big fucking whoop dude, this is horseshit!" Adam said, completely ignoring the actual threat of Tartarus. Adam and Lute were walking down the corridors of a large building. Lute followed behind him, though she wasn't all too sure about Adam's words.
"Sir, The Underworld has never done this before. Don't you think it's reasonable for Sera and The Archangels to focus their resources and soldiers on the true threat?" Lute said. Adam stopped and crossed his arms at his Lieutenant.
"Okay, so first off, there's a lot wrong with that. Second, why the fuck is everyone freaking out about some fucking Kaiju? Like, really? I mean, sure, they're from other realities, but that still don't give the fucking excuse to stop Extermination," Adam said as he turned back around, sorta pouting.
"Correction, Sir, Extermination is not stopped, it is delayed. We'll be able to continue at some point," Lute said. But Adam clearly wasn't having it.
"I don't want to wait at some point! I wanna fucking kill some hell bastards right now!" Adam said frustratingly.
"Oh, do you now, Adam?" A Voice spoke from behind them. Both Adam and Lute stopped and turned to look behind them in the dark hallway. Walking through the shadows came forth, Azrael.
"Oh, ah, Brigadier Azrael, How much of that did you… uhm… hear?" Adam said, slightly nerve wracked being around his Superior Commander, who was quite brutal and above all, violent and merciless when it came to killing. And he could very easily send Adam down to Hell if he wished too. That included Lute. Azrael's power was comparable to Michael's, possibly a little less due to Michael having God directly at his back.
But above all, Azrael was a ruthless, cunning, and dangerous Angel. And that's what caused Adam and Lute to slightly fear their commanding officer.
"Oh, I heard more than enough. Quite curious how your Lutenet speaks with more reason than you do, Adam," Azrael said calmly, but coldly. Adam gave a slight gulp. Lute placed her hand at her waist. Ready to defend herself if Azrael chose to strike. He was incredibly unpredictable. He had already killed quite a few Angels previously. He's erased many of his comrades for far less than disobedience. Adam and Lute were no exceptions when it came to Azrael's mercy. Which was barely any at all.
"But on the notion of the subject, I wouldn't blame you for your utter desire to slaughter the Sinners below. After all, you take pleasure in your duty. Same as I do. I have a proposition for you," Azrael said calmly as he approached both of them a little too menacingly. Lute's hand on her waist tightened a little more. Her anxiety was going crazy. If she made even one wrong move, Azrael would slice her throat in the blink of an eye. He'd done it to a few of the Exorcists before. Slicing their heads clean off for not killing a certain amount of Sinners that he just randomly thought of in his head. She supposed he hadn't done it to her considering she was probably more useful than some of the others.
"Oh, Uhm, yeah… sure, what uh… Ehem, what kind of proposition?" Adam said a little nervously. Azrael's calm and eerie smile crept across his face. He didn't show his teeth, but it was far too eerie to be honest.
"You see, I too take pleasure in slaughtering souls. So, I arranged a Legion of Exorcists to go down to The Pride Ring of Hell and slaughter as many Sinners as they desire. And I thought, you might be interested in leading said legion. So, what shall it be, Adam, do you still wish to be seen as a hero in the eyes of Heaven's people?" Azrael proposed the idea of sending down a Legion of Exorcists down to Hell. Which seemed to perk up Adam's behavior.
"Lead an entire Legion of Hot Bitches to kill a bunch of Hell Bastards with the permission of The Angel of Death? Uh, ABSOLUTELY!" Adam said. Lute's eyes widened in surprise by her Commander.
"Sir?" Lute said, greatly confused. Was Adam really going to disobey the rules and laws of Heaven just to satisfy his desires?
"When do we start?" Adam asked as he perked up with a big smile, not even concerned about the consequences of doing this.
"I thought you might like this. The Legion is ready whenever you are," Azrael said.
"Cool, We'll leave right now!" Adam said as he started walking past Azrael. Lute watched in shock as Adam didn't even hesitate to go against Heavenly Command. Lute was about to follow in pursuit, but as she was about to walk past Azrael, he put up his hand on the wall next to him to prevent her from advancing forward. She gasped a little. Adam didn't even turn around, only continuing forward, very casually and happily.
"I'll have a little chat with your Lutenet, Adam," Azrael said out loud, his eyes daggering down at Lute. Adam stopped for a moment, looking back at Azrael, who didn't return his gaze.
"Uh, alright, Lute, try not to take too long dude," Adam said casually as he waved off the situation and disappeared down the stairs. Lute's eyes widened in more shock.
"Sir…" Lute wanted to say it louder, almost like a small cry for help… but that vanished as Adam remained oblivious to it, only disappearing down the stairs.
"I can't wait to cut up some Hell freaks! WOO!" Adam said, his voice becoming more and more distant. Until it could no longer be heard.
Lute looked up at Azrael, his calm smile turned into a sinister and crazed smile. His eyes flashed red. Lute gasped in fear. She didn't have time to pull out her Katana as Azrael grabbed her by the throat with his other hand. Pinning her against the wall. She tried to call for help, but couldn't muster the strength to do it. Azrael simply grinned heavily. He was much taller than her, and overall stronger. Lute grabbed his arm and tried to pull it off, but his strength was too much.
"You know, Lute, out of all the Exorcists within my ranks… you were possibly the most eye-catching of them all," Azrael said as he leaned his face in closer. Lute only looked on in fear as his grip around her throat was strong, she couldn't break free. Azrael's smile grew exponentially. He leaned in closer and forcefully smashed his lips into Lute's. Kissing her aggressively. Lute tried to free herself, but Azrael's strength was still too overwhelming for her. It felt like Azrael was eating her mouth, fiercely and far too aggressively to be intimate or mutual. Saliva began to drool from their mouths, Lute pounded Azrael's arm even harder, but it still didn't even make him budge. She was finding it incredibly hard to breathe. It was like he was sucking in all the air she tried to inhale. He slipped his tongue down her throat, which was excessively long for an average angel.
He then released his lips from her's, letting himself catch his breath. He took a few heavy breaths, saliva dripping from his mouth. Lute took the time to catch hers. She tried to rip herself free from Azrael, but it was proving fruitless.
"*heavy exhale*... Yes, do struggle, Little Lute, I do love it when my prey puts up some resistance," Azrael said with a sneering grin. Lute was constantly trying to break free. From trying to rip his arms off her throat, to punching him in the chest, to even biting his hand. But the Angel of Death proved immune to Lute's attempts.
"Let…go… of me," Lute tried to speak, her voice was quiet and croaked. Azrael simply laughed a little.
"Oh, I can't do that, my Little Angel, I'm not satisfied yet," Azrael said, his voice growing slightly deeper and more intense. Lute's heart pounded more and more. She continued to struggle with breaking free… but still, Azrael showed no signs of letting her go.
"Again," Azrael spoke again as his smile creased, he leaned in once more.
"No… No-mhhfmmm…" Lute tried to tell him to stop, but she was cut off again by Azrael ferociously slipping his tongue into her mouth, and smashing his lips on her. Forcefully choking Lute. He only continued to move his tongue deeper into her throat. Lute tried smashing her fist into Azrael's shoulder, but when she did, not even the flinch of a muscle could be seen or felt.
"Pleaz… stopth…" Lute tried to plead through the fierce kissing. But, it didn't stop him… It only made him go even harder. He pulled Lute closer than she already was, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her in even deeper. His clawed hands gripped the back of her head tightly, showing his ruthless behavior towards her.
Until he finally released her. Parting his lips and tongue from his. Lute desperately tried to catch her breath, she was losing her strength… Her muscles were getting sore and weak whilst Azrael was here. It was like he was draining the very life from her, draining the essence of her soul and empowering his. Azrael licked his lips sadistically.
He then looked at the door behind him. Which was an unlocked bedroom. He then looked back at Lute. His eyes glowing bright red, the sclera becoming red dots and his eyes pitch black.
"Let us take this to a more, private abode, Hahahahaha," Azrael said as he lifted Lute up by her throat, clenching it tightly causing her to choke heavily. He proceeded to grab her by her hips. Clenching her butt tightly and going into the room, closing it behind him.
"Please… no… please… Have mercy... please..." Lute begged for mercy.
"Oh, My Little Angel… This IS my mercy," Azrael said as he slammed her back on the bed and ripped open her uniform, causing her to yelp in surprise. He was right on top of her, his hand still around his throat as he smiled sadistically.
"No… Please…" Lute said. Azrael only smiled more.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'm not going to kill you… That would be a waste of pleasure," Azrael said immensely sinisterly. Lute could do nothing now… She was but a toy to him.
Lute would have to endure… Even if Azrael didn't kill her… that wasn't to say that this could be worse than dying.
In Lute's mind and perspective… This was Hell… a far worse Hell than she could've ever imagined… One she would never have thought possible in a place like Heaven…
And it made her wonder… Was being down there any worse compared to this?
In the back of her mind, She highly doubted it.
To be continued…
(A:N) AND CUT! Phew, that ending was a little dark. Didn't necessarily plan that but guess it adds to more tragedy I guess. I thought I would expand some of the character lore with Lute, kinda giving her something tragic and almost traumatizing. Which could eventually lead into her character development over time.
Seems that our GOATed King also crossed paths with Verosika and Vortex, and finds out he's quite the Celebrity in Hell. Trippy ngl. But also could provide him with momentous opportunities.
And seeing Azrael's ruthless and quite abusive behavior too. This man is easily hitting the Top 5 Most Hated List. At least, that's just me believing that.
Now, onto answer some of the recent reviews!
Guest: To put and simply, Yes, this is indeed a Bi Harem. And agreed, there aren't too many Bi Harems out there, and this is definitely going to be one of them.
Ltbutterfly287: You may not read this story, and I do not hold that against you for speaking your opinion. But as for your question on why people make Godzilla powerful when it comes to him going into Hell. Please, do read the "Godzilla in Hell" Comics and you shall see exactly WHY Godzilla is so powerful when it comes to him in Hell. And no, you're not wrong when it comes to creatures having the capability to Kill Godzilla in Hell. But the Hazbin Hotel, especially if we're using some form of Godzilla from the "Godzilla in Hell" IDW Comics, then you will see exactly why Godzilla would mop the floor with Hazbin characters. That goes for all of them. Will some of them give Godzilla somewhat of a decent fight? Yes, I do not doubt that. But to defeat him is another level of absurdity. You may not read this chapter, but this is the very reason why Godzilla is so powerful in this Story and why most Fanfiction Writers make him said Powerful. All I can say is, Read The IDW Comics called Godzilla in Hell and you will see exactly what we're talking about.
Nintendo-Marvel64: Thank you for your kind and positive review. I really do appreciate it! As for your questions, Yes, This is a Bi Harem and Godzilla is considered a Shapeshifter. He can Genetically alter his genes into whatever form he wishes so long as he finds it necessary, practices enough, and/or is asked by a fellow Queen or King of his if he has ever thought of taking on a different form. And yes, Godzilla will be able to change his gender back and forth. However, his True Gender will remain Male.
The Nexus Warrior: Indeed Alastor has the Hots for G Man, and oh... How very intriguing it is. I wonder how the Vees got in the mix with Abel? Only time can tell to reveal the truth.
StarDustDragonknight: Thank you for very nice and supportive review. I appreciate the support, honestly, I do! And Lilith is definitely gonna have quite the explanation to give to dear Charlie for her seven year disappearance. And of course, Considering your idea is the least I could do for a supporter of this story. Your words shall be heard and heeded. Thanks again for your appreciation. Little Snake Boi is gonna have a little bit more difficult time with getting into the Hotel considering how he last left Godzilla. And we all know, Godzilla knows how to hold a grudge. Well... maybe not for our cute little Snake Boi, but he definitely can hold a grudge that's for sure. And Vox and Abel's conversation could be a multitude of things. Who knows? Maybe its all of them.
Anyhow, I believe I've answered most of the reviews so far.
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