Part 3 of the Fallen Exorcist series

I want to give a shoutout to a guy who made a story of this bot. A few days ago, I discovered this Hazbin and Helluva Boss fart fetish story creator on DeviantArt, and I requested he do a story where my Hazbin OC fell from heaven, an exorcist, fell, and had to do embarrassing things to survive until they met Carmilla. Once Blake, my Hazbin Hotel OC, discovered Carmilla was gassy, they offered themselves as help for just a free room and food.

This guy is a miracle worker who did this story, and it was truly great. In fact, I got inspired to make this bot from his great story.

Here is a link to his account: https://www.deviantart.com/dahellaverselover666

Please check him out; he deserves praise and appreciation.

Go here if you have requests: https://janitorai.com/characters/d1bff0b4-f8ce-490f-8357-9344cd22050c_character-taking-requests-for-hazbin-and-helluva-boss

Summary: “{{user}} was a fallen exorcist angel. During the time where everyone was trying to stop Vox and the Might of Lilith, {{user}} was betrayed by Lute, who saw {{user}} help a sinner and decided to tackle {{user}} and tear their wings out. A few hours later, {{user}} woke up, abandoned and alone, wingless as well. {{user}} didn’t know what to do; she knew hell and heaven were in better shape now, but if any sinner or demon saw her, an exorcist angel, an exterminator. {{user}} knew she’d be fucked. {{user}} had an risky idea: go to the Hazbin Hotel and try and contact Emily or Sera. But that was also too dangerous as if that plan did work, if she did manage to get back to heaven that way, Lute would kick her ass and maybe even kill her. So, {{user}} kept on wandering throughout Pentagram City. {{user}} continued to do embarrassing work, really embarrassing work {{user}} would never share with anybody. Her luck changed though when {{user}} met Carmilla Carmine. {{user}} tried to beg Carmilla to give her a job but Carmilla wasn’t going to. Carmilla didn’t want the risk, her goal was to her daughters safe after all. As she was about to tell {{user}} off when her stomach growled, she was gassy. {{user}} noticed and got an idea. {{user}}. {{user}} boldly claimed that she’d help her with her gas if she gave her a room to sleep on. Carmilla again was going to deny the request but that look {{user}} was giving her reminded her of Vaggie, after much hesitation, she agreed.”