Hell's Preacher

Indie RP, Art, and Ask blog for Hazbin Hotel OC Valesco de Leon. Warning: Will contain violence, sacrilege, swearing, and politically incorrect expressions.

[hell-preacher-velasco]

Sooo... if you're a holy man, why do you have an upside-down cross on your head? Isn't that really blasphemous?

“Not at all! The inverted cross has many meanings, but here it represents the burden of the Penetentes del Infierno. The Holy Cross symbolizes the absolution of sin. Of forgiveness and spiritual growth. As such, this mark symbolizes the loss of that absolution, of the fact that we have turned our backs on all that is holy and thus have been cast from it. We live in the cross’s shadow. Its inversion...”

“This mark is now the First Penance that neophytes must undertake. To carve this holy mark of divine guilt upon one’s flesh, and accept one’s infinite burden. In doing so, one takes the first step of understand both God’s infinite compassion, and His infinite cruelty.”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

hero-of-hazbin‌:

“An honor.” He responded, returning the bow with one of his own. “I am Valesco de Leon.” He paused a moment trying to remember where exactly Japan was, but it didn’t come to him. “Indeed, I hail from the land of Spain. I traveled quite a lot for a man of my time, but alas, I never saw the eastern lands with my own eyes.” He chuckled, “‘Tis heartening, in a way, to see that Hell accepts the wicked of all walks.”

“Velasco-san, well met.” ‘Spain? Where was that?’, Rushi wondered for a minute, but what the tall demon last said caught him off guard.  

“Wicked, you say? I was sold to a brothel when I could barely walk. I was forced to learn how to please men, regardless of my own desires. The one who was meant to save me from all that turns out to be a maniac who only wanted me for my eyes. Once he gouged them out of my head, I threw myself at him in anger, killing us both. I am not WICKED, sir. I was unfortunately involved with wicked people.” 

The cat huffed, trying to calm himself. He didn’t mean to voice his past to a stranger, but what the priest said brought up bitter memories. 

The Preacher’s grin widened at Rushi’s outburst. “Oh, my child...” He said, sounding sympathetic. “A sad tale to be sure, but one does not find themselves here by mistake. I too once thought that my damnation here was unjust. A mistake by God. Sadly, ‘twas not to be.”

He pointed a finger at Rushi’s chest. “There is a darkness within you, Rushi, as there is in all us demons. A cancerous blackness that has cursed you to walk this pit. To fall from His grace.” The Preacher was careful to keep an even tone, not to sound too accusatory or overzealous. He was simply stating the sad truth in his eyes.

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@hell-preacher-velasco

    Without a word, Husk closed the door in the preacher’s face and went back to what he was doing before. He was more than annoyed by the sudden interruption. He had a decent rhythm going and now he had try and get it back…

    “Fuckin’ Hell… Knew I was gonna regret movin’ here. Even without rent, this hole ain’t worth it…”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

Velasco lingered at the door for a moment, awkwardly. He thought about saying something sarcastic but chose to just cut his losses and walk away from the door before he heard more of what was going on in there.

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A sharp knock rings out on Husk's door. "Hail good sir, have you a moment of time to spare for a humble pilgrim's journey?"

    An irritated groan is heard from within as the cat got up to answer. Messy fur. No hat or tie. It was clear he wasn’t expecting to be bothered.

      Peeking out from behind the door, the cat was glaring daggers at the priest. All the while, wearing his trademark frown. There were a few tissues in his talons. The box was on his bed alongside some lotion. It was pretty obvious what he’d been up to.

    “No. I’m masturbatin’.”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

“...”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

cervidae-demon‌:

hell-preacher-velasco‌:

“No, I have not.” He confirmed. “I felt it would defeat the purpose of the task at hand. She has challenged me to accept the possibility for redemption, you see. Both my own and those  This outpouring of spiritual uplifting is part of my own penance.” 

“I will admit that I’ve found it… somewhat difficult to spread ideals of hope and redemption to the damned without blatantly lying to them…” The way he spat the words seemed to indicate that he was not especially sold on Charlie’s vision, but for some reason was still going along with it. It also became clear that Charlie had devised this little challenge for Velasco himself more than anyone else.

He cleared his throat and reapplied his ‘friendly’ face. “Nevertheless, I have made a promise to attempt this futile task, and so I here I am, bringing the word of God to your patrons.”

“I am sure her sight on the subject would have been really ressourceful, and would have helped you quite a lot, my friend” he said as he folded the paper and got it in one of his pockets. “I am affraid your message of hope misses… well… hope, my dear” he chuckled. 

“Plus, she does not do that for god or to preach their good will, but to help people not to be killed in the next cleanse” Well at least it’s what he understood. 

His expression soured slightly, his frustration with the task becoming obvious. “I’m aware of her goals, sir Alastor. Already I stretch the truth by even suggesting there may be but a tiny ray of hope somewhere in Hell! And surely that is greatly soothing compared to the crushing despair of our reality.”

“But what of you?” He asked, obviously rather curious. “What interest have you in instilling hope in the hearts of we wretches? Someone so famed for their cruelty?” He smiled again, intrigued by Alastor’s presence in the hotel. He had a pretty good idea why the Radio Demon was involved in this, but he wanted to hear it himself.

[hell-preacher-velasco]

[Pinkstripeynope] You know, Padre, you remind me of the time in Sunday School when me an' my twin sis got conscripted for a play about the sanctification of unclean animals. Our job was to raise and lower the four-cornered sheet full of critters, right? I snuck in a sawdust giraffe just for kicks. Then the sheet got stuck, so the teacher pushed it over the backdrop, and it hit us right in the heads, and all the class knew was somebody behind the curtain went OOF real loud, and they cracked up.

Velasco actually had a good chuckle. “An... interesting confession. A strange ritual to have children act out such events. The book of... Acts, was it not?” He had to stop and think about it for a moment or two. “Well, it might surprise you that I too had little regard for His word in my youth. The irreverence of youth is universal throughout time it seems...”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

cervidae-demon‌:

hell-preacher-velasco‌:

Velasco was well aware of Alastor’s reputation, having witnessed his past rampage firsthand. He raised an eyebrow skeptically but then simply shrugged. After all, the Radio Demon was not exactly antithetical to Hell, so in his own way Alastor served His divine purpose.

“Charlotte, Saint of Hell, deemed my usual sermons too bleak for her liking.” He explained, “And so I crafted a somewhat more… edited message to perhaps lift a few ailing spirits. I fear you have little interest in such a thing, but nevertheless take a tract if you wish.”

The shark demon handed Alastor a slightly-crumpled pamphlet. It was clear just by looking at it that whoever designed it had no expertise in the area, since it was just a big box with a massive, rambling title printed on the front. It read:

‘Cheer up, because if we all pretend very, very hard there is a small chance that maybe Jesus doesn’t hate you, or at the very least tolerates your miserable existence and that is wonderful :D’

Alastor looked up at the demon as he spoke, wondering why Charlie didnt speak to him about this, after all, he would expect her to speak about what she does for the hotel, now that they are business partners. Oh well. “thank you” he said as he got a hold on the flyer, reading it quickly, getting a hold on his monocle, only to chuckle a bit as he saw what was written on it.

“That is…” how could he say that without being offensive? “a really original way to preach” he said. “Did you show this to Charlie before sharing it?” he asked, turning his back on the other as he walked back to his desk to get his coffee.

“No, I have not.” He confirmed. “I felt it would defeat the purpose of the task at hand. She has challenged me to accept the possibility for redemption, you see. Both my own and those  This outpouring of spiritual uplifting is part of my own penance.” 

“I will admit that I’ve found it... somewhat difficult to spread ideals of hope and redemption to the damned without blatantly lying to them...” The way he spat the words seemed to indicate that he was not especially sold on Charlie’s vision, but for some reason was still going along with it. It also became clear that Charlie had devised this little challenge for Velasco himself more than anyone else.

He cleared his throat and reapplied his ‘friendly’ face. “Nevertheless, I have made a promise to attempt this futile task, and so I here I am, bringing the word of God to your patrons.”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

cervidae-demon‌:

hell-preacher-velasco‌:

From the doorway he could see the wall of teeth that served as Velasco’s own smile as the big demon ducked his head slightly to see through the opening. “Troubled is all a soul can be here in the Pit!” He insisted, again doing his best to be friendly. Cradled in one arm was a jostled stack of papers, ones no doubt he had been handing to everyone who was unlucky enough to cross his path.

“By Princess Charlotte’s wishes, I come bearing the salve of hope, as slim as it may be.” He was about to hand the deer demon a flier before he suddenly paused, taking a deep inhale as though picking up a strong scent.

It only took a brief moment for the Preacher to piece together who’s office he’d found. “Dios mío. ‘Tis true then? The Radio Demon himself haunts this place of salvation?” His friendly tone dipped slightly, but he sounded more surprised than anything else.

“I can assure you mine isnt” he simply answered in a chuckle, looking at the papers, getting ready to take the one the bigger demon was about to hand him, only to frown as he stopped. 

The red and black ears slightly twitched as the preacher inhaled his scent like some kind of predator. “Himself” the deerman nodded. “I would say i do not haunt the place, more than anything, i manage it” he said, his hands going in his own back. “what did the princess wanted you to share, my tall fellow?”

Velasco was well aware of Alastor’s reputation, having witnessed his past rampage firsthand. He raised an eyebrow skeptically but then simply shrugged. After all, the Radio Demon was not exactly antithetical to Hell, so in his own way Alastor served His divine purpose.

“Charlotte, Saint of Hell, deemed my usual sermons too bleak for her liking.” He explained, “And so I crafted a somewhat more... edited message to perhaps lift a few ailing spirits. I fear you have little interest in such a thing, but nevertheless take a tract if you wish.”

The shark demon handed Alastor a slightly-crumpled pamphlet. It was clear just by looking at it that whoever designed it had no expertise in the area, since it was just a big box with a massive, rambling title printed on the front. It read:

‘Cheer up, because if we all pretend very, very hard there is a small chance that maybe Jesus doesn’t hate you, or at the very least tolerates your miserable existence and that is wonderful :D’

[hell-preacher-velasco]

@hero-of-hazbin

Rushi was surprised. This demon was nicer than he looked. Still, one thing caught him off guard. A Man of God? Down HERE?

“You are a western Priest, sir? I have only read about people outside of Japan when I was alive, but never really met any until I came here. I am Rushi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”, the cat said as he bowed once more to the tall demon. He felt pity for the guy. If not even a Man of God could go to Heaven, what hope did the rest of them have? Not even children were spared from this place, it seemed.

“An honor.” He responded, returning the bow with one of his own. “I am Valesco de Leon.” He paused a moment trying to remember where exactly Japan was, but it didn’t come to him. “Indeed, I hail from the land of Spain. I traveled quite a lot for a man of my time, but alas, I never saw the eastern lands with my own eyes.” He chuckled, “‘Tis heartening, in a way, to see that Hell accepts the wicked of all walks.”

[cervidae-demon]

@hell-preacher-velasco​

Alastor has been studying some really important papers for the hotel. He didnt really want to be bothered, but just couldnt be in peace around here it seemed.  He first though the knocks on the door were Angel or one of the annoying low demons who often hangs around here (aka the guests). Though when the knock came to HIS door, the ears twitched in the direction of the noise. 

He lifted his eyes and then his head, before making his microphone appear in a movement of the hand. With another one, the door opened wide to show the strange demon behind it. 

“My soul is not troubled, my kind sir, is there anything else i can help you with?” he asked, his grin widening a bit as he stood up and slowly came closer to see the stranger more clearly.

[hell-preacher-velasco]

From the doorway he could see the wall of teeth that served as Velasco’s own smile as the big demon ducked his head slightly to see through the opening. “Troubled is all a soul can be here in the Pit!” He insisted, again doing his best to be friendly. Cradled in one arm was a jostled stack of papers, ones no doubt he had been handing to everyone who was unlucky enough to cross his path.

“By Princess Charlotte’s wishes, I come bearing the salve of hope, as slim as it may be.” He was about to hand the deer demon a flier before he suddenly paused, taking a deep inhale as though picking up a strong scent.

It only took a brief moment for the Preacher to piece together who’s office he’d found. “Dios mío. ‘Tis true then? The Radio Demon himself haunts this place of salvation?” His friendly tone dipped slightly, but he sounded more surprised than anything else.

[hell-preacher-velasco]

I knew that Frenchmen were different from Spaniards but now I know how different; coming from a Spaniard such as Yourself. *finishes My Popcorn and transmogrifies The Empty Container into a Holy Bible to read a Text from Its many Passages*

“Yes, even among allies of the holy kingdoms rivalries always managed to take the forefront.” Velasco mused, reminiscing for a moment about his past life. “In truth I never learned much about them, as far as their culture was concerned. I spoke not their language nor did I care to interact with them frequently. They were comrades under God’s holy banner, and that was all that truly mattered at the time.”

[hero-of-hazbin]

The cat was distracted when he bumped into a large demon. He’s frightened, but will remain respectful during a first encounter. 

@hell-preacher-velasco

[hell-preacher-velasco]

“Not to worry my child. No harm has come of it.” He regarded the other demon with curiosity for a moment. "’Tis only natural for one’s troubles to distract them. In fact, if ever your troubles weigh too heavily upon you, my services as a man of God are open to all Hell’s sinners.”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

A crusade, You say? With Moorish Saracens and everything? By all means and God will it; leave no detail out! *Gets Out Some Popcorn from My Own Personal Malletspace*

“Ah, yes! I fought in what those after us would call the First Crusade.” He explained, apparently happy to talk history. “I was born to a proud military family, so when Pope Urban’s words of the pilgrimage spread across France, I and many others jumped at the call when we caught wind of it. Unlike most Spaniards who stayed behind to fight against the Moors, I was among the few to follow the wake of the French led by Lord Raymond of Saint-Gilles on his march for Jerusalem.”

He shrugged, “‘Tis unsurprising, I suppose, that we did not mesh well with the Frenchmen, but as there were far too few of us to form our own regiment we marched with them nonetheless. The oath to God and the promise of absolution was far stronger than loyalty to any crown. Thankfully Raymond had enough respect for Spain to see us treated fairly, though his lack of oversight perhaps encouraged our... degeneracy.”

“I and some number of other crusaders became stricken with a lust for a number of vices.” He grimaced, as though the memory was painful. “Of course our commanders rightly condemned our frequent use of opium, wine, and whores, but their trifling punishments did little to curb our appetites... It grew worse once we had left Constantinople and begun our conflicts with the Saracens.”

“Believing ourselves to be in God’s favor and they to be agents of Hell, we allowed ourselves to commit all manner of atrocities against the Saracens, whether it be combatants or civilians. Our commanders of course disavowed our actions, but so long as no Byzantines were there to witness us, they turned a blind eye to our wanton cruelty. So blinded by the promises of the clergy we were that none of us could see what we were becoming nor the insult we were heaping upon His name.”

He let out a short sigh, “The siege of Antioch was especially heinous. I suppose you could say ‘twas where I finally crossed the threshold of damnation but... that is a story for another time. Suffice to say ‘twas a gruesome sight. Little changed as we approached Jerusalem.”

“‘Twas at the siege of Jerusalem that my crusade was put to an end. Upon breaching the walls, we stormed the city, delivering upon it a bloodbath beyond words. In that hellish din, an arrow managed to find a gap in my breastplate. For better or worse, my fellows continued the fight, and God, in his mercy or cruelty I know not, saw to it that they would succeed. I understand there were many more crusades after my time, but their outcomes bore little success.”

“‘Tis odd to feel such pride and shame in tandem.”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

"Don't be sad mister, here." A little girl held up a flower for the demon, a smile on her face, "I found this, I kept it in a pot cos it was too pretty to just pick."

The Preacher raised an eyebrow, curiously. “Oh? My my, where have you found this my child?” He chuckled and knelt down, taking the flower gingerly. He didn’t see many children in Hell, but when he did he always felt his heart sink. “You needn’t fret over me, young one. I am not sad, merely.... tired.”

[hell-preacher-velasco]

the-smirking-fox‌:

“Hmm. So you have a sense of self-awareness, if a warped one. Normally, this would be the part where I sympathize with you, try consoling you, attempt to play therapist. But after everything you say you’ve done, I think you’ll agree that you don’t deserve that. What’s more, you don’t deserve sympathy for denying sinners any slim chance at redemption by erasing them. You’re not mercy-killing; you’re just doing the same thing you did in life, but for different reasons. That’s where we differ: since I’ve died, I’ve abstained from outright attacking anybody unless they do so first.” Clearly, he was still sticking to his lie about his “former life,” and would unless outright confronted with evidence against him.

“You are right, I deserve every ounce of scorn and hate given and much more. But those I lead to the light choose to do so, boy.” Valesco was quick to correct him. “Never have I cast someone to oblivion by my own hand! To use an Angelic weapon against the damned is sacrilege!” The big demon lurched closer to Ash, clearly disregarding any respect for his personal space.

“What you believe is mercy is nothing more than furthering their damnation! What you will bring unto all of us is nothing less than eternal pain. To see us languish forever, slipping further and further into depravity until we are nothing more than the animals we have come to resemble. You would deny us both our dignity and our chance for rest.” He finally backed up a bit, gesturing upwards at the sky.

“Never in Hell’s history has a damned soul been ‘redeemed’ as you describe. The window for our salvation has closed, and this is our fate. I have not denied anything, for it is we who have denied ourselves a chance to be at God’s side. And we deserve nothing less!” The Preacher was certainly passionate about his gospel, yet he didn’t seem too annoyed by Ash’s arguments. He was pretty used to having to defend his faith after all.

[hell-preacher-velasco]

you preach some dark shit man. if you think that the void is so much better than hell, why don't you just let the angels kill you? or just kill yourself with an angel spear. suicide is a sin but you're already in hell.

“Alas, we do possess an angelic blade in the chapel for our ritual scars, so the thought has crossed my mind many times. The Angels have denied me my release for centuries, so ‘tis clear that God wishes me to continue my sentence.”

“‘Tis true I am very weary of all this. But, call it stubborn pride or anything else you will, I refuse to grant myself judgement. ‘Tis not my place. I have felt the sting of an Angel’s spear many times, but I invariably survive. Perhaps it is my frustratingly durable flesh. Perhaps the Angels simply wish to remind me of my place. In any case, when God has been appeased by my suffering, when my penance is complete and my debt paid, the Angels will finish their holy work and finally kill this demonic shell rather than merely wound it.”

[pclilla-a]

"Ah, muy buenos! A fellow Spaniard! Well met!" Velasco delivered a very archaic and very formal bow. "How fared our dear España in your lifetime? I get such little news of earthly matters during these trying times..."

She wasn’t … quite a Spaniard like this guy , mostly a modern Latina . However , it was nice to meet someone of Spanish descent in Hell since these demon forms don’t make it easy to identify races .

‘ not … really a Spaniard , but hola … terrifying stranger . ’

[hell-preacher-velasco]

“Ah! Apologies, señorita! I was simply hoping to learn the fates of... old loyalties. Not that it matters NOW I suppose, just a curisioty... Oh! Forgive my manners! I am Father Velasco de Leon, of the Penitentes del Infierno.”