Romantic.

Varigo💗⚗️🧪!(radioapple screens)

Hugo-Alastor; Varian-Lucifer…who is a Charlie? Or Angel Dust…

Adam nun (HH) in my style

!I didn't want to offend or make fun of anyone! It's just a drawing!

Maid Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

A:What do you looking at, freak?

Crazy Omens(Famfic by S.A.@whuisaskyblue8)

Chapter 2: "Ernest"

This spring in London it was unusually bright, as if it was not a foggy Albion at all. Ernest was walking along Soho, enjoying the spring sun. He inhaled fresh, as if alive, air, waving the floors of his beige cloak, admiring the blooming trees. The guy's blonde top was barely hidden from the sun by a light brown hat. Blue eyes joyfully shone in anticipation of the long-awaited purchase. Seeing the right shop, Ernest turned around and went into the bookstore "Aziraphale and k.o." The smell of antiques, books and cocoa immediately hit my nose. The blond guy smiled, approaching the girl in a beige formal-style suit.

Muriel turned around when she heard the subtle ringing of the doorbell. She smiled friendly at the next visitor.

"Good afternoon, welcome to the bookshop "Aziraphale and K.o.". I'm Muriel, can I help you with something?" - the girl's voice was pleasant and melodic, despite the obvious memorized phrase.

"Hello, I'm Ernest. We agreed on the phone about a copy of Kevin Kelly's "The Home Planet." - the guy smiled politely.

-"Oh yes, of course! Mr. Rutten, I remember. I'm a little busy sorting books right now, but I'm sure my assistant Crowley will be happy to provide you with this book."

|A couple of hours ago |

Drunk Crowley picked up the phone with difficulty, taking it to his ear. The man's voice was hoarse and smoky-rough.

"What do you need!?"

On the other side of the tube there was a modest and gentle female voice:

"Mr. Crowley? This is Muriel. I would like to ask you for help. Today I need to sort out books and I won't be able to receive visitors. Could you do it for me, please?"

Crowley sighed heavily. He didn't want to return to a place that left so many painful wounds on his heart, but he couldn't refuse his ward. The man muttered into the phone something like: "wait in an hour" and dropped the call.

Quickly sobering up, Crowley brought himself into relative order: gathered his dull red hair in a careless bun, went to the shower, put on a clean suit and left the apartment. Going out into the yard, he saw his car. Bentley looked no better than her owner. The red one on the sides of the car came off a little, one of the tires was punctured by some bully. The red-haired demon sighed heavily, but at the snap of Bentley's fingers she became like a newcomer.

Anthony got behind the wheel and went to Soho…

Alastor and Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Interview?

I was so lazy to draw the background, so they are sitting in some basement

VARIAN!⭐️🧪💗(my baby 😭)

Angel Crowley (GO)

Abel and Saint Peter (Hazbin Hotel)

I don't know why I called them that (the first thing that came to my mind) I really like this ship💗💗

VARIGO🧪💞⚗️

Just some HolyGates for you💗✨

(It may sound silly, but I think it would be cute if they adopted some child who passed away early and went to Heaven)