HellWalker: Beyond the Line part 3

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #182
part 2: https://pastebin.com/sXhY540h
part 1: https://pastebin.com/cXGszAVn
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Now.
But it's the conclusion.


>Walker blinked

"Not that familiar with theology."

"Oh, sorry!"
>Stretch mumbled
"A nephilim is the offspring of an angel and a human - specifically, a male angel and a woman."
>the Captain blinked again
"...Who is her mother, then?"
>the anons ceased fiddling with whatever they were looking at, and turned towards him, surprised
"Lilith."
>Chan replied
"You didn't know that?"
>he shook his head
"Heard her name before. Famous singer-actress-whatever... Didn't know she was a mother."

"She is. Charlie's."
>replied Stretch
"That's why the jury's still out... Y'see. Lilith was originally the first woman. Made from the dust, like Adam. However, the didn't get along well - she didn't fancy herself subservient to the First Man, so she was cast out of Heaven..."
"One fling with Samael later, she wedded Lucifer. Had Charlie."
>Chan went on
"Not sure how their marriage is right now, what, with Lucifer being... Himself, and Charlie opening the Hotel, but... Still, living it up in Hell! Long live the Queen, and all that..."


>a high pitches noise woke derailed his train of thoughts
>though, he had been standing by the window, he struggled to look through it, constantly running into his own reflection, the glow of his eyes obscuring the view
>but even through that, he saw it...

>...a sandstorm

>in many ways, he thought, it was like facing an oncoming storm - except the clouds were on the ground
>or the business end of a flamethrower - except the stream of fire was a curtain of shards
>as it drew closer, he began to realize just how... Massive the fucking thing was
>and how fast
>at this rate...
>...no, this building definitely won't be able to take it
>he had to get out of here,now
>get out, getout as fast you can!
>getoutgetoutgeoutRUN!
>RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNYOUCANNOTHIDEFROMITRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNTHEREISNOESCAPEFROMITRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNYOUCAN'TRUNFOREVERUNRUNRU--!

>"DUDE, YOU'RE SETTING THE ROOM ON FIRE!"

Cont.
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>he spun around, AA-20 materializing in his hands
>but even before he could pull the trigger, a jet of superheated sand blew through the doorway, crashing into the wall across the hallway, scorching away a huge portion of the wallpaper, and leaving a manhole-cover sized, amorphous dent, which was quickly filled by glass-like substance, which hardened onto an amorphous, starfish-like shape
>...
>it took him a couple of seconds to realize that no-one was there
>crouching down his weapon, he began to approach the doorway at an angle - sand crackling under his boots
>well, he may not have had the element of surprise anymore, but at least this had bought him some time to--
>"DUDE, CALM DOWN! WE'RE THE STAFF, WE WORK HERE!"

>...Staff?
>...
>...he wasn't in Dubai anymore
>...

>...lowering and then "dismissing" his weapon completely, he walked out through the doorway - barely noticing the heat-tarnished gold numbers
>instead, his eyes fixated on the glass formation he had created
>...
>Fulgurite
>that's what they called lightning-created glass
>though, this was flatter
>smoother
>like Trinitite or Chernobylite
>almost like plate glass, if not for the "tentacles" it sprouted
>he reached out to touch it, only to withdraw his hand before it even reached it's surface - too hot
>thinking back to what came to mind, he began to wonder if he had a Geiger-counter on him

>a cough drew his attention
>glancing to the side, he saw a woman, of South-American descent, and a furry, gangly, four-armed demon of indeterminate...
>...No, wait, a male demon... That was just excess fur
>In a few moments, he even recalled his name, "Angel Dust"
>logic would denote that the other had to be
>"Vaggie!" the spider shout-whispered "Lower tha goddam spear!"
>both of them were armed - he with two Thompson Model 1921s, and she with polearm, a spear-axe hybrid - an angelic weapon, perhaps?
>neither looked battle ready - to much trembling, too uncertain a look
>Walker stared

Cont.
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>Angel looked scared out of his mind, his two pair of arms trying to act out his two desires - one trying to keep the business end of one of the guns fixed on Walker, the other trying to hide it behind his back, like a five-year-old trying to hide the cookie jar from their mother
>likewise, Vaggie didn't point - didn't DARE point - the spear towards him
>she just...
>held it in front of herself, vaguely threatening
>...upon closer look, it seemed like she was frozen in motion
>a somewhat similar case to Angel's, one arm seemingly thrusting the spear forward, the other pulling it aside for a parry
>however, realizing he was unarmed, they slowly began to lower (and eventually despawn) their weapons

>there was a long silence
>then, the spider spoke up, shakily at first, but gaining confidence with every word
>"We... Figured ya would like to meet guys who actually run this dump..."
>he glanced aside
>"Didn't think you would start by setting your room on fire..."
>following his gaze, Walker looked back - his eyes widened
>there were several smaller fires in his room - including one on his bed
>chemical ones, by the smell of it
>with a wave of his hand, they were out - gone without a trace
>yet, the smell, lingered

>"Lemme get that for ya..."
>in a couple of steps (damn, his legs are long!), Angel was already at the window, ready to open it

"NO!"

>...and then nearly reached the ceiling, as he jumped aside
>out in the hallway, Vaggie flinched as the soldier rushed inside

"Do you have a fucking death wish?!"

>he only stared back at him, scared and confused
>the Captain only grew more irate
>the fires that were his eyes only grew brighter

"Can't you see that there's a--?!"

>note
>there was none

>slowly, the fires doused
>...then, Walker opened the window, to let some fresh air in


Cont. with the conclusion
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>the moth woman briefed him about the house rules - what few there were -, and then invited him for supper
>"We're havin' Gumbo tanight!" Angel Dust added, enthusiastically
>"Breakfast is between six and eight on weekdays, and eight and ten on weekends. Expect continental or Full English, although, the anons tend to bring some extra flavor to the table."
>she couldn't help but chuckle a bit
>"Supper is between six and seven. Lunch, you'll have to get yourself."
>"Whenever we're strapped for cash - and we usually are - we vote on what we'll have for sups. Weekends, though, are usually fancier." added Angel
>Walker just nodded, tiredly
>friendly as the two seemed, he could still detect the anxiety in their subtle movements

>once they left, Walker surveyed the damage
>a few singed spots, but nothing serious
>he sighed - with the TV out of commission, he had little to do, but to rest
>lying down on the bed, he allowed the swirling sands to settle, the burning phosphorous going out with a few last sparks, as he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep
>the best he had in what felt like years
>perhaps, there was more to this place than a promise...
>but he'd have to find that out, in time


The End
(for now)


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