The Hazbin Hotel (part 1)
"So how's this thing actually gonna go?" whispered Ilvymore to Harry, to not make Charlie any more nervous.
"I have no idea Ilvy, I have no idea," he muttered back, using the annoying nickname that Ilvymore hated. She frowned at him elbowing him in the side. He laughed, rubbing his side.
The two of them were now both fourteen, soon to be fifteen and had grown quite a bit.
Ilvymore was now taller and willowy, about 178cm tall (5'8) nearly as tall as Charlie, she was mostly angler bone then curves but she didn't actually care. The black markings on her skin had gotten darker. Her hair was still pretty short but her wings and tail were much longer, the wings themselves had an impressive wingspan of 7 metres and the ears had gotten longer her hearing had become more acute due to this.
Harry had also grown, he was tall, 173 centimetres (5'7) a bit shorter than average but he was sure that eventually he'd grow (at east he hoped he would, Ilvymore's teasing was getting annoying), his skin had only gotten paler, though he did have a decent amount of muscles and looked pretty good, if he did say so himself. His horns now curved, they were a beautiful red and his fangs could be retracted. He kept his ink back hair long and scruffy, a fringe that partially hid his bright killing curse green eyes.
Today was the day that Charlie was going to reveal the idea of the Happy Hotel to the world. She was currently having a conversation with her girl friend Vaggie in a corner before she went out onto live TV. Both of them could hear them talking about singing and cringed.
Charlie was a sweet heart, one who liked to sing too, unfortunately for her the rest of Hell didn't always agree or respect someone who sang and tried to see the best in everything. If Ilvymore was honest she hadn't respected the older girl for quite a while either.
Both of them decided that they wouldn't interrupt, it would take a lot of Vaggie's strength and concentration to stop her from singing any songs. The two instead decided to have a look at the woman who would be interviewing Charlie and winced when they saw her, she was tall, blond and obviously cruel, both of them started to worry for Charlie now.
But before either Harry or Ilvymore could try to convince Charlie otherwise she was pushed out and the two of them were stuck standing next to Vaggie by the cameraman
-----------
The interview started off badly. Katie Killjoy seemed hell bound on making this the least enjoyable experience possible for Charlie, and Charlie looked like she was going to crack any second now.
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Ilvymore quietly.
Harry frowned at her, "she'll be fine, don't underestimate her," he responded.
Charlie was stuttering now, Harry looked the most worried out of the three, he didn't want her to loose any of her confidence, or any of the kindness that made her well, her.
The cameraman snorted quietly "stupid bitch."
He ended up getting three fists to the face, Harry, Ilvymore and Vaggie were extremely protective and not all against violence if it was necessary, and someone insulting Charlie definitely fell under the category of necessary.
"Look all of you have something good, deep down inside. I know you do!...Maybe I'm not getting through to you," said Charlie.
All three of them suddenly panicked a bit, she was going to sing.
"Oh no," said Vaggie.
"Don't do it sis," muttered Harry.
"No, no, no, no, don't do this Charlie," said Ilvymore as she facepalmed.
She then of course started to sing, even managing to get a light to focus on her. Razzle and Dazzle started to be the backups, not at all aiding this situation.
Piano accompaniment was added and Charlie started to dance around the room as she sang, it was a pretty catchy song in Harry and Ilvymore's opinion but the other residents of Hell definitely wouldn't see it that way. Vaggie on the other hand was covering her face with her hands, there was a possibility she would start to have a breakdown any time soon.
Unfortunately the three on the sidelines where right, as soon as Charlie finished her song everyone started to boo and laugh at the demon girl.
Katie was practically trying to add gasoline to the fire when she started up the interview again, and Charlie, being the slightly over proud type of person she was, replied exactly as they would have expected. Telling everyone that their one patron was Angel Dust, a renown drug addict, porn star and just all around slut (though Ilvymore had to admit she loved him, Harry would never really admit it himself but he really liked Angel Dust too).
Suddenly someone screamed breaking news from the side of the room, off camera.
This caused Katie to instantly demand them to go to live feed.
"We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let's go to the live feed." Katie said excitedly.
The three offstage passed nervous looks this couldn't be good.
The screen showed the very same demon they had been trying to advertise as great merely seconds ago; Angel Dust.
"Shit," muttered Charlie.
The word "Fuck," was heard being muttered by the other three who had come along.
"I'm a bad person!" said the Angel Dust onscreen, Harry and Vaggie glared at the screen.
This interview was not going where they wanted it to go, at all.