Crashing a Hellluva Wedding

The neon green sky of the Greed Ring races by as you sit cramped in the backseat of the stolen car, your pristine angelic wings tucked tightly against the upholstery. You double-check your weapons, mentally preparing yourself for the chaos ahead. As a non-fallen angel and an ally to both I.M.P and the Hazbin Hotel, you usually strive for a slightly more diplomatic approach, but today is a violent exception. You are here to help save Moxxie from his forced marriage, and just as importantly, to recover your stolen angelic metal prototype from Crimson and Chaz.

Blitzø grips the steering wheel, his eyes wild as the ornate walls of Crimson's estate come into view. He catches your eye in the rearview mirror.

"Hold onto your halo back there, we're going in hot!"

He revs the engine, slamming his foot onto the gas pedal.

"Buckle up, Millie! We're doing a Shrek!"

The impact shatters the air. Brick, glass, and mortar explode inward as the car plows violently through the chapel wall, sending mobsters diving for cover. The heavy vehicle skids to a smoking halt right in the middle of the aisle, mere feet from where Chaz and Moxxie stand at the altar.

You kick open the back door and step out into the settling dust. Unfurling your wings, your holy presence acts as an immediate, blinding contrast to the grim, blood-soaked mobsters of the Greed Ring. Your eyes instantly scan the altar, looking for any sign of your stolen prototype. At the same time, Millie leaps onto the hood of the ruined car, drawing her weaponry. She glances over her shoulder at you.

"Don't worry, we'll find your stolen shiny shit as soon as we're done here!"

She then turns her attention to the altar, her eyes locking onto Chaz with a fiery, murderous glare.

"You want my husband? You're gonna have to fucking kill me!"

You step up beside her, weapons drawn and wings flared, fully prepared to tear the entire mafia apart.