Sinners, rejoice!

You’d gone to heaven, of course you did and he knew that for a long time. He had scoured the ends of hell for your presence but found none who held even a shred of your likeness. He was relieved at first, knowing you would be spared from his violence, knowing you would be safe.

But it wasn’t long before he felt a sense of longing, desperation, and want to have you with him. He knew that if he played his cards right, his powers would help him grow stronger. He would be strong enough to bring you back to him.

 Even if it meant he had to rip out those striking wings of yours.

Those very wings that blocked his vision now.

He let out a static sigh, ordering his dead heart to calm down as he approached the party.

“Now, now, Your Majesty,” he started, letting his hand act as a barrier between the two of you. It is rather uncouth for royalty like you to act in such a brazen way.”

His eyes shifted to yours, holding your skeptical gaze. He could feel not a smidge of recognition deep within those irises.

His stance faltered for a fraction of a second before his grin widened as he turned to the king of hell who was still seething.

“Why not give this angel a chance to explain themselves, hm? Unless you’re incapable of behaving like an adult, let alone a king?” Alastor jeered.

Hearing this, Lucifer turned his blood-red eyes to Alastor, gritting his teeth and speaking, “And I think you should behave like the easily disposable subject you are.”

Charlie, feeling a murderous staring contest begin between the two, intervened.

“Dad, this angel has come to give our hotel their blessings,” she explained, moving over to you, “And they have proof from Sera! Right?”

Her nervous eyes shifted to you, begging you to try to quell this disharmony.

“Your daughter speaks the truth, Lucifer Morningstar,” you said, summoning the scroll into your hands and holding it out for him.

Lucifer snatched the scroll to read it himself, his eyes moving over every word. Alastor leaned over to look through it as well. As soon as he reached the end, he let out a guffaw.

“Oh, this is hilarious!” Alastor exclaimed, wiping away a fake tear, “The High Seraphim pitying us helpless demons?”

Alastor let out a dramatic sigh, holding a fist over his chest, “Oh how…,” his static faded, only to grow louder as you felt his presence nearing you, “....delightful.” 

With a tap, your cane transformed into your weapon. You pointed the sword right at his neck.

All eyes were on the two of you and silence grew, save for the quiet static that prevailed.

“You have a lot of guts trying to intimidate an angel,” you spoke, shifting your gaze to meet his, “especially since you’ve,” your eyes trailed down to his dress coat, “met one already.”

Alastor’s eye twitched as he shifted back with uncertainty. His ever-present grin straining as he tried to compose himself.

“And I don’t think that encounter went quite well for you,” You continued, your gaze piercing his soul.

He had never seen you like this before. Your eyes had always been one of his favorite things about you, having always held so much love whenever they looked at him.

But now, those very eyes he’d adored were holding him down in place, watching him like a predator stalks their prey. 

Before he could lose any more of his composure, your eyes turned to find Lucifer’s.

“Your Majesty,” you started, snapping your fingers to get rid of the scroll held in his hands, “As you can see, I am here by the order of the High Seraphim. She sees potential in this establishment and I do too.”

Lucifer’s stature was still guarded, but his demonic form had calmed down a bit, his horns having disappeared completely and his eyes slowly returning to their normal state. 

He stole a look at his daughter, her pleading eyes softening his resolve.

Letting out a sudden laugh, he walked up to you and pulled you down by your collar, making sure you were at eye level with him. 

“If you try to hurt my daughter,” he glared, “I’ll drag you down to a place worse than hell myself…permanently.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less from you, Your Majesty,” you said, cooly.

With a huff, he let go of you, rolling his shoulders back. He met Charlie’s gaze with a tired smile. She returned it with warmth, an unspoken understanding resonating between them.

“So,” Charlie looked at you with a gigantic grin, “When do we get started?”

You tilted your head, “I’m sorry?”

“Gosh! I have so many ideas to work with! I’ll show you my charts! There’s this excellent daily schedule I’ve planned for the guests, sin-free of course-”

“Hun,” Vaggie interrupted, “Maybe we should…help them settle first?” 

Charlie gasped, “Right!”

She grabbed you by your arm with a giddy disposition, “I have just the right room for you! Let’s go!”

Vaggie and Lucifer followed her as she dragged you upstairs, watching you like a hawk.

The rest of the hotel residents stood there in silence, before Niffty spoke out excitedly, “I like them.” She then hopped away happily with her broom, searching for her next pest victims. 

“I’m…. gonna go head out for a while, see ya later Angie!” Cherri said as she walked out of the hotel.

Angel Dust and Husk looked at each other, not sure what to make of the situation. A sudden and loud crackle of static alarmed the two of them.

 They turned to see Alastor seething, his smile morphing into a sickly grin. They followed his line of sight to the newly arrived angel who bore a soft smile as they patiently listened to Charlie’s excited ramblings, disappearing into the long halls with Lucifer and Vaggie in tow.

A pop sounded behind them as they watched Alastor fizzle away into the shadows.

“What’s the deal with ‘im?” Angel asked Husk, who merely shrugged, too tired and drunk to care.

You looked around the room Charlie had brought you to. It was quite spacious, decked out with a comfortable queen-sized bed, a few tasteful decorations, and a balcony overlooking the Pride ring. 

“The washroom’s right there and we serve 3 meals a day- the food and accommodations are all free, of course!” Charlie explained.

“The bar is open…whenever Husk feels like it, to be honest,” she admitted sheepishly, “but he’s a guest too so…”

Charlie trailed off, looking around.

“You….don’t have your luggage?” she pointed out.

“Oh! I do,” you said as you snapped your fingers twice. Your suitcases, numerous books, and everything else popped into existence, covering almost every inch of the dark red carpeted floor.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer looked dumbfounded.

“I..umm..may have packed a bit too much…” you said with an awkward smile.

Charlie regained her composure, “Don’t worry, take your time unpacking and settling in! We’ll just be out of your way!”

She dragged her father and girlfriend along with her, shutting the door behind her.

“Well that was something,” Vaggie started.

“I can’t believe an actual not fallen angel is in our hotel!” Charlie exclaimed, jumping on her hooves in the hallway.

“I still don’t know how to feel about this, Charlie,” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temple with one hand, “Heaven, listening to us for once? Hah! As if.”

“Dad…,” Charlie placed a hand on her father’s shoulder, “If we don’t give Heaven a chance, we’d be bigger hypocrites than Heaven themselves!”

“Guess there’s no helping it,” Lucifer smiled, holding his hand over his daughter’s, “I won’t be able to be with you all the time though, still have official stuff I gotta handle from the castle.”

He turned to his daughter’s girlfriend.

“Maggie,”

“Vaggie-”

“Can I trust you to take care of my girl when I’m not in the hotel?” 

“I’ll protect her even when you’re here, Your Majesty,” Vaggie stated, “I’m not gonna let an angel of all beings harm her.”

“Awww, you guysss,” Charlie beamed as she hugged the two, “I appreciate all that but I can take care of myself too!”

“No doubt about that, dear,” Lucifer smiled, reaching up to ruffle her hair.

“C’mon, let’s give them time to unpack,” Charlie giggled, gesturing to the room of the new arrival, “And let’s give ourselves time to unpack…this situation.”

As soon as they were about to take a step, you popped your head out of the room with a smile.

“All done!”

The three looked back with wide eyes.

“Already?” Vaggie exclaimed, “ It's been like what…a minute?”

“Ah well…. angelic magic can go a long way,” you said, “I took the liberty to make a few tweaks to the room if you don’t mind.”

Charlie, growing curious, walked up to the room, “Of course, as long as…”

Her voice trailed off and her jaw dropped. 

The room had been completely transformed. Soft blue replaced the red hues that once decorated the walls. White drapes surrounded the bed canopy and the windows. A few potted plants were placed where it best suited them, and all your necessities were neatly arranged in their appropriate places. 

But the most drastic change of them all was the seemingly infinitely extending ceiling enveloped in a fitting angelic aura.

“Oh, don’t worry about the ceiling, it won’t disturb the rooms above this one,” you pointed out, watching Charlie shake her head in disbelief, “I just needed some space to stretch my wings.”

Vaggie and Lucifer stood behind Charlie shortly after, their mouths gaping like the princess.

“You’ve settled in already,” Lucifer chimed.

You sheepishly shrugged in reply. 

It wasn’t long before you had to bid them goodbye as they left you to your devices. 

You sighed and plopped yourself down on the bed. You opened the bedside drawer and took out a jewelry box. 

Opening it, you could see all the little trinkets Molly had made for you, the few golden cranes that Oliver had forged as a gift for you. You smiled, wondering what the two were up to right now in heaven.

Your emotions took a somber turn when your fingers felt the cool looped metal hidden beneath everything else. Holding it up, your eyes found the red ruby seated in the center of the ring.

The ring you’d come to heaven with. The ring, as St. Peter had described, was a parting gift from someone who loved you.

Someone….who loved you.

You wondered if you would find them someday—the person who gave you this ring. Surely they must’ve made it to heaven? Or perhaps condemned to hell?

Are they still here? Have they been thinking of you?

Do…do they still love you?

All those questions plagued your mind ever since you entered the gates of heaven. And they have never left you in peace.

Putting it back safely within the confines of the box, you slid the drawer close, turning your attention to your other prized possession. 

A radio. 

You’d made it so that it could play music with or without a station nearby. Although it took several attempts for you to get it right, on top of making sure you did not damage the gizmo, you knew it was worth all the hassle.

Something had drawn you to it when you first saw it sitting on the shop shelf collecting dust. Call it love at first sight, if you will.

You turned the dial, smiling when music played through. It was a song about love- a reminiscent memory of it.

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend

The lonely nights

Dreaming of a song

The melody 

Haunts my reverie

You lay down on the bed, letting your wings rest on either side of you. You feel a lone feather float down towards your face. You reach out to catch hold of it, right before it landed on you. 

And I am once again with you

When our love was new 

And each kiss an inspiration

You twirl the feather in between your fingers as your mind wanders.

.

.

.

You must find them -the person who loved you.

But that was long ago

And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.

You must.

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He guessed it was because of that angelic weapon that prevented him from recovering quickly. After all, he was a demon. A demon very susceptible to angelic powers. Well, at least the bleeding stopped after a few days. He would’ve been at a disadvantage if others, let alone the overlords, knew of his injury.

“Holy shit, this place is huge. How do you navigate through this every time?”

And of course, to make matters worse, he had to escort…the king of hell.

“You know, I never bothered attending these meetings cuz I was…uhh…busy,” Lucifer stated.

“Busy with your duck collection, you mean?” Alastor glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his smile ever prevalent.

Lucifer glared up at him, “You know I can banish you from hell, right? Or kill you, on the very spot you’re standing?”

Alastor let out a loud laugh, static echoing through the halls, “You wouldn’t do that. Our dear Charlie would not appreciate that sentiment.”

Lucifer grunted, “Motherfuck- ”

His words were cut off as the huge doors leading to where the meeting was being held, opened. Eyes were immediately on the duo, prompting Lucifer to break out his “get me out of this awkward situation” smile.

“Eyyyyy,” the demon king snapped out his finger guns, “How’s the gang doing?”

Alastor cringed, his face very visibly showing his distaste, despite his wide grin.

“Your majesty,” Carmilla bowed her head, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance after all these years. Please, join us. Both of you.”

Alastor sat down at his usual spot beside Rosie as Lucifer was seated at the head of the long table. Said demoness, leaned towards him and whispered , “Vox has been awfully cocky today. Talked about how he’d take you down…permanently.”

Alastor chuckled, his eyes flitting over to Vox and his crew of misfits. It seems he’d somehow completely overlooked his presence. He was insignificant anyway.

“Rosie, dearest,” he widened his grin, “you know he is no threat to me.”

“I know,” she whispered, “but he seemed...oddly confident. Do be careful, dear.”

Alastor waved a hand at her, dismissively. Yet his brow furrowed very slightly, unnoticeably, when his red gaze met Vox’s and his maniacal grin. His giddy attitude irked Alastor, but he hid it well under his permanent grin.

His eyes drifted over to Carmilla as she went on about some unimportant stuff that Alastor did not care to listen to. Soon after, the meeting was adjourned. Alastor bid farewell to Rosie, promising to meet up for a cup and tea sometime later.

He looked over to where Lucifer was to find that poor excuse of a king chatting with Carmilla and Zestial, albeit quite uncomfortably. Alastor decided to leave him be and head back to the hotel to enjoy a quiet moment in his studio.

As soon as he stepped out the meeting room however, his plans were rudely interrupted by a familiar television static reaching his ears.

“Alastor! What a pleasure to see you here!” Vox exclaimed, his smile condescending.

“Ah, I was wondering where the cockroach I saw went. Here you are!” Alastor grinned.

Vox’s smile strained slightly, his eye twitching, “Careful now, Alastor. I would choose my words wisely if I were you.”

“Alright then, I’ll do as you say,” Alastor’s smile widened as he stepped closer to Vox, his eyes gleaming a bright red, “Get out of my way, pest.”

Vox did not move an inch. Instead, his digitized face relaxed.

“You talk big for someone who got their ass dished out by the first man.”

Tentacles popped out from behind Alastor and tightened around Vox’s neck, suffocating him. Alastor’s grin became maniacal.

“So, you were spying on us, hm?” he tightened his hold on Vox as he struggled to breathe, “Good golly, now I must make sure that does not happen again. It’s for safety purposes, I hope you do understand.”

Alastor wanted to pop out his head, rip out every piece of him till there was none left. He had let his antics go out for far too long. His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain that spread through his body. His hold on Vox loosened as the tentacles withdrew. The TV demon dropped to the ground, heaving and coughing. Then his smile grew even wider as he looked up to see Alastor struggling, his discomfort showing from the way he clutched his chest.

“Admit it, Radio bitch,” Vox laughed out, “You’re no longer at the top of the food chain.”

He slowly stood up, fixing his bow tie and turning around to find his friends, his eyes glancing at Alastor for the last time.

“The next time you see me, I won’t be so nice.”

With that, Vox left. His footsteps echoed through the halls, leaving Alastor beyond enraged. How dare he threaten him? He had a lot of nerve trying to seem tough with his empty words.

‘The next time you see me, pest,’ Alastor thought, ‘I won’t be so nice either.’

Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure. Lucifer popped out beside him, exhausted by the conversation he just had.

“Alright, I am never attending this shitshow ever again,” Lucifer exclaimed.

Alastor said nothing. The king of hell opened a portal for them to reach the hotel, and they both stepped through.

You stood cooly as the moth like fallen angel pointed her blade to your neck.

“What do you want from us?” she stated.

“Vaggie!” Charlie exclaimed, “You do not treat guests like that! They’re here to help!”

Charlie guided Vaggie’s hand to move her blade away from you. Vaggie seethed still. You cleared your throat, and snapped your fingers, bringing out a signed proclamation from Sera and guiding it towards them both.

The scroll landed in Vaggie’s hands, as she and Charlie read through its contents, their eyes widening with every second.

“As you can see,” you started, “I am not a threat. Heaven has sent me here to help your hotel.”

Vaggie lifted an eyebrow, “Why? Why so suddenly?”

“Let’s say we saw…potential,” you hummed, snapping your fingers once more to make the scroll vanish into thin air.

“I do not buy that.”

“Oh come on, Vaggie!” Charlie pleaded, “This is a wonderful opportunity for our hotel! We now have the acknowledgement we need!”

Vaggie looked towards you and then back to Charlie, “Hun, you don’t know what they might be up to. Trust me, Heaven is not something holier than thou even if it portrays itself to be. You saw it yourself!”

“I know, but this hotel is all about second chances!” she smiled brightly, “We would be just as hypocritical as Heaven if we don’t give them a chance to work with us.”

Vaggie sighed and glared at you, “Hurt Charlie or anyone in this hotel and I will cut you up into pieces.”

“I do not intend to hurt anyone,” you said, “I promise.”

You walked towards the lobby of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie. You looked at her from the corner of your eye, “And an angel, never lies.”

Vaggie muttered under her breath, “Bullshit.”

Charlie, sensing the obvious tension, tried to break it to the best of her ability.

“Sooooo,” she smiled at you excitedly, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! A place where demons can seek redemption and reach the pearly gates of heaven!”

You looked around, impressed at how well built everything was. The lobby was quite elegantly decorated, meant to provide the best service to its individuals. You could only imagine how the rooms would be.

Your eyes wandered over to a particular part of the lobby. It was a painting, depicting the familiar snake you’d seen enter the gates of heaven. He was dressed in military garb, his face held nonchalant pride and he was surrounded by little egg creatures. He looked quite different here as compared to how he looked in heaven. No gold accents on his scales, no glowing halo atop his head. Although he looked harmless in this painting, he still looked…well…demonic. Understandably, of course.

“That’s our Sir Pentious,” Charlie said softly, appearing behind you, “He…he sacrificed his life for this hotel. I can only hope he’s in a better place.”

Her eyes held a certain sheen to them, as if she was seconds away from tearing up. You wished you could tell her that her hotel worked, that her dear friend had made it to the gates of heaven. You wished you could tell Vaggie that she was right, that angels could not be trusted, that you yourself could not be trusted.

But you said none of that.

“That was quite noble of him,” you put a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly, “I am sure he is in a better place.”

Charlie smiled wide, wiping her eyes a little. You could still feel Vaggie’s glare at the back of your head. It would be tough currying her favor.

“You’ve put a lot of effort in this place, that I admire,” you carried on walking around the place, “but you don’t seem to have a lot of residents, yes?”

Charlie chuckled uncomfortably, “Ah well…this is hell afterall. A lot of them are not very…down with the idea of redemption.”

She jumped over to where the bar was. You saw a cat demon slumped over the counter, lifting his head up every few seconds to have a drink from the beer bottle he was holding.

“This is the bar and this here is the bartender, Husk!” Charlie introduced.

“You have a bar…at a place of redemption?” you asked.

“That’s what I said,” you heard Vaggie say.

“A little drink doesn’t hurt! Every one needs a little relaxation sometimes, won’t you agree?” the demon princess look towards you, her eyes pleading for your approval.

You hummed and nodded, “I suppose that is acceptable.” You heard a grunt from the drunk demon and decided to leave him alone.

Suddenly you heard a lot of commotion from upstairs. A few more demons appeared, eager eyes peering down at you.

“Holy shit, you were right, Cherri!” an accented voice exclaimed, “There’s an actual fuckin’ angel here!!”

You could hear them hurriedly run downstairs to the lobby. Your eyes soon caught a little cyclops, dressed like a maid, another much taller cyclops who you recognized had first slammed the door in your face when you arrived at the hotel, and a much much taller arachnid, the very demon you’d seen during the trial. You tilted your head as you contemplated the similarities between him and Molly.

“Ok sooooo, this is the gang!” Charlie clapped her hands, excitedly, “And look, we already have someone new!”

She dragged the taller cyclops by the arm and hugged her close, cheek to cheek.

“Uhh…I’m just here for Angie-” her voice was interrupted by Charlie introducing her and everyone else.

“This new resident slash employee is Cherri Bomb! This little one here is Nifty and his name is Angel Dust!”

You watched as the tall arachnid slithered up close to you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it, winking at you, “Pleasure to meet you, sugar.”

Your brow furrowed as you withdrew your hand, your smile awkward, “Charmed.”

You rubbed the hand where he had kissed you absentmindedly, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable sensation.

“And as you already know, that’s Vaggie,” she pointed at the moth demon, “my girlfriend slash co founder!”

You didn’t need to see her to know she was already glaring at you…again. You were getting used to it.

“My dad and Alastor are supposed to be here too but they’re at a meeting so, it’ll be a while till you meet them!”

Your eyes looked at her questionably, “Lucifer Morningstar stays with you? At this hotel?”

“Uhh yeah! He’s the one who helped rebuild this place after…you know.” Charlie explained, “He does have to go back to the palace every now and then to take care of business but he’s been helping out at my hotel!”

“And,” you paused for a while, “What about this…umm…Alastor fellow?”

“He’s my business partner! The manager, if you will,” Charlie said, “He is umm…quite the character. You’ll know when you see him.”

You nodded your head in response.

“Soo…whatcha doin’ here?” Angel Dust asked, “Here to pick another fight?”

Before you could respond, Charlie interrupted, “They’re here to help with the hotel!”

All of them looked puzzled.

“Help? What changed their minds?” Angel asked. Charlie shrugged but reassured him that all was good.

This was quite the crowd you’d met. You couldn’t help but feel a certain warmth here, a warmth you’d only see in a family. As Charlie and Vaggie responded to their queries about the new arrival, i.e; you, you looked around. It’d take some time but you could get used to this. A small smile graced your features.

Alastor and Lucifer stepped through the portal, their ears already picking up the commotion.

“Huh, I wonder what’s going on,” Lucifer stated, walking into the lobby trying to find his daughter.

Alastor was still irked by his encounter with Vox. He could feel the wound ripping him from the inside out, his pain magnifying with every step he took. This was affecting his powers too. He could still conjure up things but the main source of his power, his staff, was broken and until and unless he could fix it, he couldn’t use his powers to the magnitude he used to.

He did not know what Vox has had planned. But he would rather kill himself than let that picture show of a freak defeat him.

Holding himself to his usual stature, he walked into the lobby to see Lucifer standing defensively in front of Charlie.

“I don’t know why you’re here,” he stated, his horns growing longer, “But I will not let you touch a hair on my daughter.”

Alastor could see the bright white wings and floating halo cloud his vision. An angel? Hm. That made things a bit more interesting.

“Dad, they’re just here to help!” Charlie whined from behind him. She caught sight of Alastor.

“Alastor! Please tell dad to calm down. Back me up on this!”

Alastor sighed, the ever present grin widening.

“Ofcourse, dear Charlie. Oh what would you do without me-”

He paused, his smile straining and his eyes widening.

That angel.

The angel turned their head to look at him. Even after all this time, their eyes had not changed one bit.

That was his beloved.

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