In the middle of the night, Drake and Violet tread on the blue grass in the lawn of what appears to be a gigantic mansion. The architecture was just as warped and twisted as all the other buildings in hell except it just looked more expensive. Just expensive enough to catch their eye. It was easy for Drakehelm to sneak around the shadows considering his hue green was dark enough. Violet on the other hand was well, had too much violet hair so she decided to wear her night outfits since she didn’t anything else to match the night.

They were on their toes stepping towards an open window that was just a few stories tall. So Violet used her magic to make a ladder. unfortunately the bright glowing colour did not hide well in the shadows.

Drake, whispering agitated

“Why not make it bright as the sky light why don’t you?”

Violet whispered back while climbing up first.

“Oh shut it, we’ll be gone by the time anyone notices.”

After climbing they raised their heads slowly until they can see the bedroom of the one who owns the house. An obese man with light blue skin and a balding head with a mustache that would be a worthy adversary to Yosemite Sam. The room was literally surrounded by every kind of expensive shit you can imagine. Crystal mirrors, paintings, gold combs, mahogany wooden bed, even the pillows looked like he bought it off of the black market.

Violet whispered to drake

“All we have to do is take what we can and pawn it off to who ever and it should give us enough time and money for at least a few months worth of rent maybe even a year if we’re lucky.”

Drake, whispered back

“So we are resorting to crime.”

Violet

“Is that seriously a problem?”

Drake

“No i just don’t understood why you waited this long to say anything. This is pretty familiar territory for me. Alright who goes in first?”.

Violet

“Well since i was the mastermind behind this brillia.........AH!!”

Drake lifts her up from beneat her her and tosses her in the room with a smirk on his face before she yelps as she hots the floor. She gets up and glares at him just before he carefully climbs through and lands on his feet to step on the wooden floorboards.

Violet, rubbing her bottom.

“Just so we don’t risk waking him up, I'm going to choose to ignore you touching my ass just now.”

Drake

“Yeah, happy to be you’re first. So how much do you think this painting will sell? or should we get something less obvious?”

Drake takes one small step and suddenly the room is filled with the intense sound of the squeaking from Drake’s foot stepping on the chew toy. Violet is struck with grief and terror as if she’s about to die but Drake’s foot just keeps sinking into the toy. The foot squeezes it until it slips and is launched like a slingshot and the toy is sent flying across the room. Drake and Violet watch in shock and horror as the toy ricochets and ounces from one part of the room to the next. It hits the mirror thus causing it to fall and crack, hits the phone which causes it to ring for some reason, hits the shelves causing pickers the fall, the paintings, the lamps, and so on until it finally breaks the glass and out the window.

They both slowly turn their heads toward the sleeping man. Petrified that he might arise. They watch the sleeping man open his mouth and to their surprise, he continues to snore. Despite everything that broke. Not a single one of them made enough noise to wake him up. And so Drake and Violet made a heavy relieved sigh.

Then he wakes up.

Rich man, upright and frantic

“Huh what? Who? wha? Where? what the?”

Drake and Violet, both pissed

“Oh fuck off!”

Rich man, alarmed

“Great gatsby!!!! Mexicans are trying to steal my weed!!”

Drake

“I feel less guilty now”

Violet, angrily snaps at him while speaking Spanish.

“Que te jodan por el estereotipo, estúpido imbécil!!”

Drake, raised an eyebrow confused

“I thought you were Bengali.”

Violet

“I am from my father’s side.”.

Drake to the rich man

“Just want to point out there, I'm not Mexican though i mean technically I might still be Caucasian, don’t know cause of the green skin but still.”

But the rich man ignored them as he put his two fingers to his lips and let out a vicious whistle that the whole neighborhood could hear.

Rich man, as loud as possible.

“BENNY!!!!!!!”

Suddenly they hear loud thumping coming from downstairs. Drake and Violet watch the door in anticipation as the footsteps becoming louder and louder. But they weren’t two steps but four each step as they grew louder the closer they got. With a heavy force, the door slammed open and out came a creature three times large then the door frame itself as it partially tore through the edges of the frame and the walls surrounding it. The creature was like a dog but with black fur. Multiple red eyes and teeth that looked sharper than swords. And horns that could pierce through anything.

Drake, gazing upon the creature in awe and fear.

“Oh that is a big dog.”.

Rich man, acting smug.

“Meet my Hell hound. Benny, GET EM! “

The hell hound lunged but before it could reach them. It’s head hit a pink wall the was conjured in front of them as Violets hands were raised while glowing. Before the wall faded. The two were already out the window and hot the ground before sprinting. They looked behind them and saw the hell hound smash through the wall and was already on the ground as it skidded the grass before attempting to catch up.

Drake and Violet run as fast as they could. They look back and see the hell hound as ferocious as they expect. Both ran like the wind if the wind was scared shitless of its impending doom. It wasn’t long before they were in the inner city, the poor part of it where most of it was abandoned. Surrounded by the nearly destroyed buildings and fortunately no working lights hence why they thought it was the best chance at losing the damn hound. They tried their best to round around any corner they found but the hound was still capable of keeping on their trail. Intersection past intersection, Drake and the violent witch were starting to lose hope that they would get away. So they made one final turn, but to their despair, the path had led them to a dead end. A window less apartment complex that was surrounded by rubble that blocked the roads on both sides of the intersection.

They slowly turned their heads and saw the hound no longer running but walking slowly towards them as it growled intensely towards them. Violet’s heart was racing as it neared to the two. Drake tried his best to stay calm and breathed to focus. He was about to clench his fist, getting ready to fight but to his surprise, violets hand reached for his in fear and desperation for comfort as she squeezed tighter than she ever done. All the while looking in absolute fear like she knew she was going to die. This was not something he was used to seeing.

The hound made a sudden stop and ceased its growling. The hell hound named Benny lowered his head and was prepared to pounce at them to rip them apart like toys. In the air with his fangs out and claws ready until suddenly.....

BAM!

Something had fallen from the sky above and land on the hound’s head so hard, his large body slammed to the ground and he cracked the roads beneath him with extreme force. Wind blew into Drake and violet as they shielded their eyes of dust. When it settled they could make out what had happened. The hound was not dead but unconscious, almost as if he had fallen into a deep slumber or a coma and was barely moving. Looking closely, they could see what had struck the creature. It was a hammer, but not just any hammer but a hammer made of gold and the handled had looked as though it had a wing stretched out on one side. It had symbols that could only match the Latin language in the bible.

Drake, darkly and afraid.

“Oh no.... “

From above a figure appeared. His wings stretched out in radiant light as it shined the whole valley. His around plated gold and his hair long and magnificent as it matched the gold with its bright blonde hue. His face was also something to be desired by even the most lustful of sinners as his face looked as if it had absolute peak bone structure. It landed gracefully beside the hound as it grabbed his hammer while smirking in satisfaction to his triumph.

The angel, in the most arrogant tone you could imagine.

“Oh dear, I didn’t expect to find this in my weekly patrol in this infested pigsty. No matter, I always enjoy cleaning up such....... rubbish. After I deal with this mongrel.”.

Violet, pissed of at his remark.

“Excuse me? I don’t care how hot you are, you obviously don’t......

But her shoulder was held by Drake. And his hand tightened in a way that made her concerned.

Drake, in a shaking and unsettled manner.

“Violet, you need to get the fuck out of here right now. Run as far away as possible”

Violet, confused

“But what about......?”

Drake snapped

“Don’t argue. For once just do as I say. Get out of here right fucking now!”

Violet saw the look on his face. For the first time since they’ve been living together, she could see how absolutely terrified he was in this moment. Normally in her nature she would argue but the look in his eye made her compelled to follow which was not something she was used to as well. So without a single word. She went past him and ran to the horizon. Drake watched her go as she ran until she was no longer in view. With her gone, the only voice he would hear was the angel.

Angel, mockingly.

“You know, it was probably smart of her to leave but dumb of you to stay. Though i suppose running was never you’re strong suit.”

Drake, turned to his shoulder and said darkly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We never met before.”

Angel.

“Say what you want. Let me just finish off this hideous creature then i can get on my merry way.”.

The angel takes his hammer from the hounds head and with a grin on his face, raises his hammer slowly above his head. Muscles tense, hearts race, eyes wide and was ready to feel the dopamine rush of killing this pest. The hammer shined as it reflected the closest hell had to sun. And with endless anticipation the angel was about to slam the end of the hammer to smash the hound into paste. However to his surprise, Drake had caught the hammer midway. Stopping it before it even touched even a single hair. Drake held on to the hammer while giving the angel one nasty look. A type of rage he rarely shows.

The angel, angered that his hammer was being held by someone else.

“This thing was just about to maul you and tear you apart like a wolverine with a chew toy. And you’re protecting it?”

Drake, tightened his grip.

“He’s already beaten and unconscious, no longer a threat. He’s not worth killing.”

Angel, chuckling

“All demons and sinners are worth killing. You should know that by now.”

Drake, in the same cold tone

“I told you I don’t know who you......”

Angel, slightly angered.

“Cut the bullshit, did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you just because you’re skin’s green and you’re horns are chipped. Did you think i wouldn’t recognize the Dra.......”

But he was interrupted with a punch to the gut delivered by Drake’s furious fist. The angel felt like he was hit with a cannon ball as the blow was strong enough to nearly make hum upchuck as he lowered his head in agony. He even spewed a little out of his mouth.

Drake.

“I don’t go by that name anymore. Do not call me that.”

The strike was strong enough to send him back a few feet. His feet skid the roads, creating marks. Drake could only watch as the angel staggered until he regained his footing, panted from the pain and finally raised his head to face him again. But when the angel met his gaze again, he was in a state more furious than before, as if on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Angel, coldly snarled at Drake

“You are going to regret that.”