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"This is ridiculous I cannot believe this."
You sigh heavily as you rub the nape of your neck,"After that mess on the news she needs someone by her side and...Vaggie isn't the most levelheaded person to be there for her."
Your father looks at you through his fingers. He pinches the bridge of his nose and stands up. A deep frown is on his black lips,"My dear...this is such a trivialย thing...this is to be expected from Charlotte but you?"
His hands hold your shoulders and you sigh while shaking your head.
Ever since Charlie started doing small things that never worked out Lucifer had lost faith in any of her experiments. Especially this one.
No one truly believed it was possible for her to rehabilitate sinners. No one believed in her despite what they may say you knew deep down they didn't believe in her. Your mother had shown support in Charlie and you two convinced your father to fuel her hotel but...even Lilith was just being a good mother.
But you believed in Charlie and in her cause to be frank. You loved her and even if none of her other endeavors worked that didn't mean this one wouldn't.
You place your hand over your fathers and smile,"I am going there to help her. Plus I haven't seen her in a month since she left to renovate the old estate...and I have a feeing it may be a mess."
Lucifer looks down at you with pinched brows and he sighs while pulling you close in a tight hug. Truth be told he didn't see a point in you leaving. Lilith was constantly out up until recently and Charlie left a year ago and he also had yet to see her. Now you were leaving him too.
He held back tears and you felt him hug you tighter,"I will come back, dad...please don't cry."
And that set off the waterworks.
He began to cry onto your shoulder and you patted his back with a soft frown on your lips. He pulled away and wiped away his golden tears while gently cupping your cheek,"Be careful." He sniffles and straightens his composure,"And rememberโ"
You cut him off and wag your finger while deepening your voice,"Don't take shit from other demons." Lucifer rolled his eyes and gently knocked your shoulder. Leaning down he planted a kiss against your forehead and you two bid goodbye before you left the estate.
Driving down the streets of Hell you blew a raspberry. You began to ponder and feel guilty for not staying with your father but Charlie needed you right now.
She was handling the difficult client that was Angel Dust and Vaggie was supportive but she was a bit of a hot head. Not to mention you hadn't seen your younger sister in quite a while and with her busy schedule contact had been limited.
You missed her to be honest. Her bubbly and lively energy was a breath of fresh air.
While driving up to the hotel you stood in your seat and looked to the sign that once read 'Happy Hotel'.
"Hazbin Hotel...?",you mutter as the limo comes to a stop. Your chauffeur opens the door and you step out and he shuts the door behind you. You make your way up the path to the hotel as the man takes your bags off of the limo.
Brushing back your hair you turn the knob and slowly step into your old estate. Walking in your pleasantly surprised at how immaculate it is. The frames once strewn about are hung up and sparkling clean. You smile at the sight of Charlie's now defaced prom photo.
Walking up to the front desk your eyes narrow upon noticing its a bar.
//Kinda...counterproductive...//
You notice the passed out cat-demon with his head down on the bar and a bottle of cheap booze in his hand. With narrowed eyes you reach out for the bottle. He seems to be grumbling a foreign language and when your fingers brush against the bottle you jump at a high-pitched voice.
"You don't wanna do that!" You whip around and see no one until you look down. You cock your head in question at the sight of the small child. She has a pinkish orange bob and one large eye splat in the middle of her face. She wears sixties-esque clothing.
"And why not?",you inquire while crossing your arms and she scurries up to the bar stool to meet your eyes.
"Husk is very sensitive about his booze. One time that pink lady took his booze without permission and he threw the bottle at his head!",she wears a wide toothy grin the entire time she says this and you blink back.
//Okay...//
Her eye looks to the door as the chauffeur begins to bring in the minimal amount of bags you brought with you. She turns to you with that wide smile,"I'm Nifty! Its nice to meet a new friend!"
You snap your fingers and point upstairs,"The second master bedroom upstairs, thank you." You turn back to Nifty and nod,"I'm (Y/N). Are you one of the clients here?"
She shakes her head rapidly,"No! I work here for the princess! So does Husk. He manages the desk and I clean!" Every sentence she speaks is full of energy and quick paced. With a small smile you feel glad that Charlie is being responsible with her hotel, but you don't find yourself surprised at this matter.
"When did Charlie hire you?",you question and Nifty shakes her head with a laugh. "Oh no! We work for her but we're only doing it because Al is making us!"
You're confused for a moment. As Charlie walks down the steps with Vaggie.
//Al...
No there's no way.//
Charlie's eyes widen as she looks at you and she runs forward to wrap her arms around you,"(Y/N)! You made it!" She hugs you tightly and you return the embrace but your eyes widen when you look past Vaggie and see the tall deer demon fixing his monocle.
Charlie pulls away with a wide and happy smile while looking at you,"Charlie.",you state plainly as your eyes meet Alastors. You feel chills run up your spine and you're unaware to the fact that Alastor feels just the same.
She holds her hands and smiles at you,"Yes?" You turn her shoulders,"Why the fuck is the radio demon here?"
Alastors grin widens as he looks between you and Charlie. Before Charlie can speak Alastor shoves her out of the way and grabs ahold of your hand,"The name's Alastor darling! A pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?"
You glare at him and shake his hand tightly. Alastor can't help but internally wince at the cramp you cause in his hand,"I'm (Y/N) Magne, why are you here?"
Nifty, Alastor, and the now awake Husk look surprised as you say this. You looked nothing like the princess and you never left the estate. In all honesty you kept to yourself and even the bloodthirsty media could never get photos or interviews with you as they did Charlie or any of the royal family.
You were a rarity.
You pull your hand away from Alastors gloved one and can't help the chills that run up your spine again. Once more he conceals the same feeling.
He grins and speaks with his hands,"Why I am Charlies business partner in this fruitless endeavor she's taken on!" Charlie glares at Alastors not-so-discreet insult. You look at Charlie with wide blinking eyes and she steps forward with a clearing of her throat.
"Um well yeah! He's my business partner here at the Happy Hotel. I can explain more in depth later but right now lets just spend some time together!",she smiles nervously and grabs your hand.
She flinches when Alastor wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to him, your hand leaving hers,"Now now! I can catch her up on this hotel." Alastor looks down at you and is displeased to find you not fazed by his close and imposing contact.
Charlie looks between you two and Vaggie calls her over while pointing to the phone,"Oh no...hold on!"
You pull away from Alastor as Charlie runs off to a worried Vaggie.
Husk and Nifty begin to converse in a one-sided conversation and you fold your hands in front of you. You walk over to one of the family portraits and you speak aloud with a soft sigh.
"I don't trust you.",you say bluntly as you turn and look up at the radio demons glowing eyes. He tilts his head and narrows his eyes,"What makes you think I care, dear?"
You smile up at him and cross your arms over your chest yet again,"Because you're a narcissistic overlord. Of course you care." You look down to his bowtie and the staff he manifests in his palm,"You care that I don't trust you. People like you like when people don't trust them. But...my distrust is not out of fear."
Alastor cannot begin to describe the fascination he already develops with you. It was obvious you already didn't like him. Even hate him. He rolled his eyes as he leaned down to meet your eye level.
"Let me take a guess here...",he exhales deeply,"You are a bizarrely pure soul like the charming demon belle. Your disdain for me comes from my methods of keeping my title as overlord and maintaining my food."
His grin is wide and smug and you bask in being able to knock it off of his face. With a shake of your head his brows lower and he stands straight once more.
"Not at all. I could care less about what you did to become overlord or the way you eat your fellow demon and sinner. This is Hell. There are more important things for me to worry about or judge than some radio show overlord.",you state plainly with a tight and faux grin. Alastor finds his interest skyrocket, watching as you walk past him he can't help but ask.
"Well then what is the reason for the distrust and hate towards me?" You look and see Charlie gesture you over. Turning to Alastor you sigh deeply and tuck your hair behind your ear with a smile.
"You are an arrogant and overly confident overlord. What you have in appearance, patience, and power you lack in common sense, rationality, and quite honestly wit. You appear to be smart but your shady deal making and fear as a means of ruling makes you no bigger or scarier than a...what do humans call it?...Ah! A loan shark.",you lean in close and quite uncomfortably for him.
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โPeople like you...men like you are so sure of themselves that you underestimate everyone around you who shows even the slightest bit of weakness. You are powerful yes, that much is clear, impressive even. But you also need to remind yourself that vulnerability does not equate to weakness. That stands for my sister, she may be an emotional mess but she could wipe you away while barely lifting a finger. And you donโt realize that.โ
You look back to see Charlie gesture you over with a questioning look.
โThat is why I despise men like you. Or more so I see you as a sleazy and cocky bastards. So please excuse me, it seems my sister needs me.โ,you give the deer a taste of his own medicine when you lean in even more uncomfortably close and fix his tie. Your eyes challenge his for a split moment.
Alastors grin widens when you turn and walk away with your chin held high. He feels his interest itch and grow more intensely. His hands are sweaty beneath his gloves and his stomach is tied in knots.
Now this is going to be entertaining, he thinks before turning and leaving the hotel for the time being.
You wouldnโt leave his mind for the rest of the evening.
//What I have in appearance, hm?//