Dreams of Sinners and Demons

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel #312 & #313
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>Lucifer stand above the two men
>Husk, having wiped the tears from his eyes (or the ones he could) and gazed in shock at the visitor
>"W-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
>Husk sputtered,
>He got no answer
>"I ASKED WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE?!"
>The figure walks closer, causing the bartender to back away in horror.
>Lucifer looks down upon the corpse, and raises a clawed hand.
>Husk then watched as a red essence is drawn from the body of his friend, before materialize into a red, translucent humanoid figure.
>He stands next to the fallen angel for a moment, before giving him what looked like a nod, before vanishing
>Lucifer then turns his attention to the horrified viewer
>Husk can only look on as Lucifer quickly closes the gap between the two.
>Husk's life begins flashing before his own eyes
>He sees it all, the day he was born, the first day of school, the day he met Al, and now here
>He wants to run away, to scream, cry for help, but he cannot.
>Then after what felt like forever, the figure finally moves again.
>Be bends down to Husk's level, and whispers into his ear.
>"Nigga, you gay"
>His laughter echoes throughout the forest, scaring away all the woodland creatures that could heat it.
>"Any who, see you in a couple decades, fag."
>Husk would then wake up later in those woods hoping to forget that experience entirely, and that he'd never see the devil again.
>Boy would he be wrong.
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>Decades go by
>It's now the 70s
>Husk lay on his bed, drunken and completely wasted
>Memories of his meeting with the devil having almost escaped him
>Having lost his friend and learning of his misdeeds did a number on his mind and body.
>Here he was now, thinking perhaps it was all a dream.
>A stressed induced hallucination, or something......
>Husk was feeling a bit off tonight
>Maybe he got his drinks mixed, that was it maybe
>Just had to rest up and he'd be hungover in the morning like always.
>So the drunkard closed his eyes and drifted off......
>Only two start falling mere seconds later.
>SPLAT
>He lands on the crimson ground of his new home
>Husk heard footsteps approach him.
>He's met with two black dress shoes
>Above them the pants to a white suit
>Husk couldn't bare to look up any further
>"Looks like you've had a little too much to drink this time, old fag."
>"N-N-NO"
>Husk backed away, before looking down on himself
>"WAAAA-"
>Fur, fur covered every inch of Husk's body.
>And he had claws
>And.....wings?
>Lucifer could only laugh
>"Husk was it? I told you I'd be seeing YOU in a couple of decades, didn't I"
>His laughter got even louder
>"Time really does fly doesn't it?"
>His wings extended out, the air growing heavy and tense
>"Now, welcome, to a your eternal torment."
>The damned bartender could only scream as his new fate unfolded

>FIN
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>Be you
>Be night
>Hang out in a large appartment building
>You are on a balcony of a small flat
>Angel is with you and you two are laying on beach chairs you set up there.
>You two hang out,watch night cityscape together, no words are uttered.
>You spend some time like this, listening to the hum of the city, looking at the stars together

>After a while you get cold so you two move back into the flat
>It's small and a little rundown, but comfy
>You decide to move on a two person green couch
>Alittle scratched but comfortable
>You are sitting with Angel now, watching something on the TV
>he wears his casuall clothes, pink sweater and some sweatpants
>Relaxed and alittle sleepy, you lean into eachother

>You feel good
>But you also feel something else
>You are hungry, and so is Angel

>He asks you "You'll make us some snack, Annie?"
>Without looking from the TV, alittle sleepy

>You get up without a word and go to your crampt kitchen
>Yellow city lighs pour through the window as you walk up to the fridge and grab a premade burger
>there is nothing else there really.
>Only one burger

>You pop that bad boy into a microwave and heat it up nice and well.
>After a while you take it out.
>It's quite soggy and greasy, but the cheese melted and it's hot
>Since it's the only burger you cut it in tow for Angel and yourself

>You smiles to you as you bring the sogger on one plate
>And smiles to you munching on the midnight snack

>Thats not much but you shared it with him and he likes it
>And you too admit it ain't that bad alittle too much grease

>With hunger quenched you two lean in into eachother a bit more he puts his arm over your shouloder.
>Alittle more sleepy, alittle closer

>You dont even notice when you start to kiss him or when he undressed you and himself
>Nor you remember him getting on all fours on the couch
>And before you know it, you are thrusting into him seeing his exposed shapely back lit by the yellow lights
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>be me
>have massive hardon for stolas
>its not even sexual for the first time in my life i like a character soo much i consider him a huzbando
>acrew a 1GB+ collection of stolas art
>admire the birb constantly
>all is good
>or is it?
>read some "oh hey what would happen of you met your wifu" shitpost
>all of the sudden it hits me like a ton of bricks
>this whole time id been subconsciously putting myself in blitzos place
>If i ever met stolas he would just fuck me once and be done with me
>Id only ever get pushed roughly off the matress to make way for an imp who doesn't love him like i do
>Always relegated to be a sidepiece whenever blitzo is off killing some other nameless asshole
>as I run through the scenario full of unrequited love over and over the horrible truth racks my body for a second time
>Im gonna get cucked by Brenton rogers
>Aspie_rage.exe engage
>IM GETTIN KEKED BY BRENDON ROGERS!?
>Im such a sperg I screamed this IRL
>proceed to punch some plywood siding soo hard my knuckles start bleeding
>of all the horrid fates i've concocted none have and likely never will top the fact that I got cucked by brendon fucking rogers
>mfw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktqNNsVJhUE