Protector of Hell's Royal Family

Pilot #1

The extermination has ended for this year, now back to 365 days. The princess, Charlie, has been mourning the deaths of her people for hours. It's pitiful, but this is the day where she broadcasts her passion, her project. She has been rehearsing her lines with Vaggie for months now. But, she can't shake off the events that just have happened, luckily she wasn't alone.

Azrael, the guardian of Hell. The protector of the Lord and his family, assigned to kill the threats of the future heir. He is also known as the reaper, for he wields a scythe with three cutting edges. One at the back and two at the front, the top longer then the one lower. At the tip of the scythe it has the upside down cross, used to pierce through demons who dare lay a finger to the Royal family.

A four horned demon, who wears a white mask that can move as his face. No one dares to break or even crack up the mask as it can release the dark forces in him. No one, not even the King himself control raw power and bloodlust that will be unleashed in Hell. His whole body black, his pearly white teeth stands out when the mask breaks, his magenta eyes glows. But for now, he has amethyst colored eyes, a grey turtle neck, and a white suit, paired with white pants. Lastly with black dressed shoes.

He comforted the princess, that was tearful after the cleanse. "Princess it's alright. We will stop these unwanted deaths, and we can deal with the population here in Hell." Azrael said with a gentle voice. He rubbed circles on her back to soothe her. She looked at the guardian and just whimpered.

"I.. I don't know anymore Azrael. I don't know how to stop this anymore." She sobs out, Azrael sighs in return and kept rubbing her back. Vaggie comes in the room and sees her Lover in distraught, Azrael sees her and nods. He stands up and fixes himself, to leave the couple alone. He closes the door behind him as quietly as possible, looks at the hallway and went down. 

"I don't know if you are real. But please have mercy on their souls." Azrael said while  looking up from the red sky, he raked his fingers through his raven hair. He walked through the streets of hell to keep his emotions in check.

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A demon falls through the sky of Hell, he lands down on the concrete floor with a thud. He pushes himself up and checks himself out. "I'm alive.. I'm alive! I'm—"

He was then ran over by a black car, a white spider gets out of the car, Angel Dust. "Thanks for the fun time hot stuff." The driver said inside his car, Angel fixing his hair looks inside the car from the open window. He rolls his eyes from the thanks.

"Yeah, yeah. Listen." He says in an annoyed tone, "Let's keep it discreet here. I can't let anybody know that I'm giving services to some randos on the street. It was a quick cash grab, you got it?" Angel says with finger hand guns to the owl like creature.

The owl demon scoffed, "Whatever you say SLUT." He laughed at the insult he just threw at the porn star. Angel faked a pained look at the demon. "Ouch! Oh! Such an insult. Let me know when you come up with something creative. You poorly, packaged, horse shit!" He retorted while pointing his arms around the demon in various directions.

"Tell the missus I said 'hi'." Angel then kissed the demon on the lips. "Schnookums." He backed away while he waved teasingly at the demon. The owl demon started to mumble foul words at the white spider, he drove off at full speed. Angel looked indifferent, then turned to see the vending machine, full of drugs. He smiled and walks there to get his drugs. 'Angel Dust.'

He takes it and as he was about to open it, a thief took it out of his gloved hands with a 'Yoink!' Angel was surprised then his face contorted to anger. "HEY!" He yelled at the thief, for only the thief cackled.

"Up yours! Drag show!" He yells then a boulder drops down to the demon thief. Angel gasps, "Oh my God!" He bends down only to get a piece of the drug plastic. "My drugs! DAMN IT!" He yelled, then looked up at a huge airship with laser blasters and guns.