Hastur was staring out at the pitch darkness, where only light from light poles shown around. The streets were empty, nothing going by from either left nor right side. Hastur was out in the human world, thinking about many things ever since Armageddon was stopped from the Traitor Crowley and his stupid angel friend…Azirpalala..?

Hastur lets out a cold scoff, lighting a cigarette and putting it up at his mouth, taking an inhale and releasing a big puff of smoke. He heard someone..a demon probably, coming out of the ground as a way to get from hell to earth.

“Your late..we have things to do-“ his voice was harsh and annoyed.

“Hey can you speak or-” Just before he finished his sentence, you move to him quickly and hug him from behind.