prologue
You were a bit anxious to be taking such a step from your normal life.
Or as normal a life as you could have in Hell.
Watching Charlotte Magne's broadcast on the news brought you hope. Hope that it was possible to reach Heaven, to see your child once again.
You remained as kind as you could be in Hell. As innocent and pure. But you had to admit you did cross some lines. Working as a stripper in a club didn't exactly help you appear as a saint but bills had to be paid somehow.
But if this princess accepted you in to her rehabilitation program you could quit and work your way to joining Heaven. If it was even possible. If there was even the smallest glimmer that retribution was possible you were more than happy to take it.
You breathed out deeply and looked down at the advert flyer and the number riddled across it. You smiled a bit at the rainbows and smiles.
This couldn't be that bad...you thought while dialing the number to this Happy Hotel. You bit down on your lip with a bit of nerves. Your fingers fiddled with the dirtied and defaced paper as the dial tone stretched out.
"Hazbin Hotel the fuck do you want?"
You blinked back at the sound of the gruff and deep voice. The vulgar language made you clear your throat and you looked down at the paper.
Hazbin Hotel?...you think while furrowing your brows. "Um yes I was wondering if I could speak to the management ab—Oookay..." You were cut off by a quick "sure" and then the dial tone rang out again.
You looked around your apartment and waited patiently, wondering who answered the phone and why they were so rude. Then the line picks up.
"Hello! This is Charlie, manager of the Happy Hotel, how can I help you?",you breathe out in relief at the cheery and high voice you heard on the broadcast.
"Hi! Yes my name is (Y/N) and I was wondering if I could come down to your hotel and enroll in your program?",you smile through the phone with a polite tone. Your smile begins to falter slightly at the long silence and you look down at your screen.
Bringing it back to your ear when you realize she didn't hang up you hear a simple,"Are you serious? Is this another prank call?" Her voice has dropped the cheery tone but is instead a bit upset and offended. Your eyes widen and you shake your head before realizing she can't possibly see you.
"Oh my heavens no no! I-I'm serious! I watched your broadcast a week ago and I know its a bit of a late call but I—",you pull the phone away from your ear when Charlie let out a loud and shrill scream of utter excitement and joy.
"AHHHHH THANK YOU!",she screams and you bring the phone to your ear once the scream has died down,"Of course you can enroll in our program! In fact we can send our car to come pick you up whenever! Oh urm..."
Her fast paced talking and excited squeals stop short and you hear another person talking on the other end of the phone. They seem to be cautiously whispering to Charlie and in just a few moments she clears her throat and begins to speak. "Would it be okay for me and my girlfriend, Vaggie, to come pick you up just so we can make sure this is serious? Once we know its real and not another prank we can prepare a room for you and give you a run down."
You breathe out in relief at how seemingly easy this was and a big smile spreads across your lips. After agreeing and giving her your address you bid a goodbye and hang up.
You smile down at your phone and breathe out deeply. This was the first step to what could potentially change your eternity forever.
You looked up at the roof of what has been your home for the past five years. You wondered what was in store for you upon reaching the hotel. You hoped the people there were nice or at least tolerable. Biting down on the pad of your thumb you stood up and opted to get ready.
meanwhile at the hotel...
Charlie clapped her hands and squealed as she walked down from her office,"Can you believe it Vaggie! See? The broadcast wasn't a total shit-show!" Vaggie smiles as Charlie pulls her in close by her waist, yet the smile falls when she catches sight of the red deer just at the bar.
"Well good afternoon ladies! Whats with all the ruckus?",Alastor asks with a raising of his brow. He turns away from his one-sided conversation with Husk with his usual wide smile.
Charlie can't help but be a bit smug as she turns on her heel and leans against Vaggie,"We are going to pick-up a new client. A client that is willing to be in our rehab program." Vaggie smiles at her girlfriend, she truthfully liked it when Charlie would get a little attitude.
Alastor was caught a bit off guard by such a remark but his grin widened,"May I accompany you both?"
Vaggie scrunched her nose,"Well actually—"
"Fantastic! I'll be in the car!",Alastor exclaims before Vaggie can even finish her sentence. Her eyes narrow as Alastor walks past them both and towards the entrance of the lobby.
Vaggie looks to Charlie and the blonde haired demon simply gives a shrug and nervous smile,"He is my partner in this Vaggie...I'm sure he won't do anything to her, lets just go."
Charlie walked hand-in-hand with Vaggie and began to worry about Alastor following along. Sure Alastor was more polite and more of a gentleman than others but he was still the radio demon. She just hoped you wouldn't be intimidated or feared to the point of backing out, just like every other citizen in Hell.
Alastor opened the door for Charlie only to let it go when Vaggie tried to walk through. A grin spread wider across his lips at messing with the rude woman.
"Are you certain this isn't another joke someone is pulling?",Alastor questions while ignoring Vaggies glares and under breath comments. Charlie nods with a wide smile as she links arms with Vaggie once more.
"Yes I am. She lives just outside Pentagram City though so you won't be allowed to do anything considering thats not your territory.",Charlie is speaking in a warning tone.
Each part of Hell is ruled by a different overlord. A demon becomes an overlord when they kill an overlord. If an overlord goes past their own territory they risk being attacked. However, anyone that accompanied the princess was under her protection. She could go anywhere and do anything.
After all her father did rule all of Hell entirely.
Alastor rolls his eyes discreetly at her pathetic warning. "She said her name was (Y/N) and she'd been here for a little over five years!" Alastor didn't show the way hearing that name affected him. He only fixed his monocle and felt his heart pound in his chest.
He hadn't heard that name since the day he was told you had left. Not leaving a single trace that you were ever his.
He hasn't uttered that name since he was laying in a pool of his own blood, a dog gnawing at his broken leg, pleading to see you just one last time before he died.
"You coming Al?",Charlie asked as she looked up at him from inside the white limo. Alastor was snapped from his daze and didn't realize he had stopped walking. He looks to Charlie and in just a few moments a million possibilities run through his head. With the time you've been here it would only make sense its actually you.
With a clearing of his throat he nodded,"Why of course I am!"
Alastor rode in the limo alongside his business partner and the woman who held a strange amount of hatred for him. He began to think about you.
The only woman he ever loved and who ever loved him for him. He had known you for what seemed like forever, meeting you when you were just children, he was just two years older than you.
The day you found out about his crimes he was too late to stop you and explain himself and you left. He fled, assuming you would have reported him to the authorities...but nothing ever happened. No, Alastor was caught all because of his own irrationality. He wondered where you ran off to and now he was even more so curious as to how you wound up here.
You wouldn't even hurt a fly while alive. He wondered more about you and for the first time in what seemed to be years he began to feel nervous and...excited.
I truly do hope its her...