#[v;; hell of a flowershop: Hazbin verse]

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Hugo during all of the upper hierarchy havoc:

Just him and his plants, minding their happy, little business.

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"Are you doing alright over here, ma'am? You've been staring at the primroses for some time now." Hugo sincerely hoped this wasn't going to be another 'I'm going to destroy something because I think you can't defend yourself' situation... again.

     “Hmmmmmmm….”

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@arachn0philia

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“...............”

“For you and your fellow demon, good sir. But not for me,” was his subdued response.

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@hazmoonxmuses​

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Oh, baise le dans le cul...

“A-A thousand apologies, your majesty! Please forgive my impudence!” What in the seven circles was the queen herself doing in his humble shop?! Hugo had been in Hell for quite some time, garnered a decent crowd of customers, but not once did he ever dream she would be one of them. True, a few members of the higher rungs of Hell’s hierarchy had commissioned him for a few floral arrangements, bouquets, and other things of that nature, but still!

Oh, he hoped he could save this encounter, least his head wind up on Lucifer’s chopping block for disrespecting his wife...

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“One more day.” The scratch of a pen against paper filled the silence as Hell’s resident human crossed out a day on the calendar. Tomorrow was heavily circled in red ink and he found himself lingering on it.

Many would think Hugo had no reason to count the days; the threat of total erasure from this and all other planes sans limbo wasn’t looming over his head, after all, so why should he fear? But it wasn’t fear that compelled him... it was curiosity.

When he had heard about the yearly extermination, at first, he’d merely brushed it off. Was it cruel? Yes, unnecessarily so. Was it unfairly indiscriminate to the Hellborne demons? Absolutely. Yet, this was how things in Lucifer’s realm worked and he had neither the means or want to change this. It’d be a lie if he said he wasn’t mostly concerned for how his clientele list would look after it all ended...

It wasn’t until the date grew closer and closer that his outlook started to shift. His safety still wasn’t a concern, but what would happen should an angel see him? Would they try and extract him from Hell? That’d be a problem. He’d grown accustomed to having a business, a roof over his head, and a bloodthirsty guard plant at his beck and call. Starting over from scratch again was not the least bit appealing to him. Ah, but this chance to see what this world’s heavenly beings could do came only once a year... and who knows if he’ll still be around for the next one.

No, this curiosity was too strong to ignore. There was also the matter on what he’d heard concerning the ‘standard procedure’ for the extermination. Heavenly weapons were left behind after the slaughter, usually in the bodies of those slain, and ripe for the picking. And with all of Hell hiding away. He’d have to be a fool to not take advantage and get what he needs to help even the odds for himself.

“One more day.”

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"Uuuuuuuuh! Y-Yes," a cough to dispel the shakiness in his voice, "I received a message concerning a discussion about ordering a substantial amount of aphrodisiac plants from an 'Asmodeus'?"

“Well whatever do we have here~” 

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V;; Hell of a Flowershop

Hazbin hotel verse:

Finding himself in Hell, Hugo decided to put his botany expertise to good use and open a flower shop for demons all over the pentagram. Yet, he wasn’t a fool; flowers weren’t exactly high on the list of priorities for sinners down here and a human was easy prey. Such a stroke of luck that Hell did not have a shortage of discriminous flora for him to work with, then~. And he has his own fair share of tricks up his sleeve for any problematic reprobates that may try to cross him...

In this verse, Hugo runs a quaint, little flower shop that sells all manner of things floral, herbal, anything that has to do with plants, really! While the standard wares you would expect from a flower shop are available, he does have more than a few... “behind-the-counter” products for sale.

Being on such a low tier of Hell’s hierarchy means that he doesn’t trust easily. Though, you wouldn’t know that from how he acts. Keeping a friendly, naive facade up makes others underestimate him. Making it all the easier for him to use the element of surprise to get the drop on anyone that tries him~!

Keeping his shop and himself safe isn’t an easy job to manage on his own. Luckily, he has a gigantic demon-eating lapdog of a plant at his beck and call to devour whoever he might need it! They also make a lovely companion.