#Crossover Verse: Ahellgamation

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All tension left Charlie's shoulders at the reassurance.

She just wants to learn about the hotel... This was an opportunity.

She moved towards the bar Husk was situated behind, still staring at the angel. His ears were buzzing with adrenaline. He'd barely heard a word.

His eyes flicked to the blonde approaching. He almost wanted to snap at her and ask what the fuck she thought she was doing, there was a literal angel-

"Husk... Husk, it's okay... She's not here to hurt anyone... Everyone is safe..."

... The... The hell is she talking about...?

"She just wants to ask questions..."

This time her voice sounded clearer.

"She just wants to learn more about us, okay...? You're okay... We're all okay..."

Golden eyes flicked to the angel at the movement... Only to see her take out what appeared to be a notepad... and a pen from her halo...

... Slowly, his muscles relaxed. But his apprehension did not let him loosen up completely.

Better than nothing...

Charlie turned back to face the angel, Azazel, with a smile.

"To answer your question, that's me... I'm... surprised you've heard of me."

So Heaven does seem to be watching. At least enough for her to get a basic gist of what's going on with the hotel and who was running it.

"Ah... my business partner Alastor took the initiative to do that. I'll admit, I did not notice until the day after he offered his help when I looked up and saw the sign changed."

Oh my, that demon had quite the response, compared to some others. Thankfully, that bottle didn't hit her skull like a few other things flung her way while she adventured around this side of hell for her research, that being said- Azazel recognized this one immediately!

"Are you- Charlie Magne? The Charlie Magne? Antichrist with a smile for miles?" Azazel remarked, as she moves to dig in her pocket, pulling out a notepad, as through her halo, a pen appeared. Her eyes glint, remarking out.

"Ah-! Do tell your friend there I mean no harm! I came down here for research simply, on Demonkind and their day to day activities in hell- mostly research to send to Michael and the other Angels uptop, you know?"

She gave a smile.

"You can call me Azazel! I've heard a few things about the Happy Hotel-...Which-"

She pauses, as her brow furrows.

"..My first question- Whats with the rebranding?"

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"Coming!" called a muffled voice in response

Not completely.

Not only that, a snore filled the air from across the lobby, a feline demon resting his head on the bar and his brightly colored feather wings were limp at his sides. Telling from the empty bottle in his claws, it was apparent he was drunk and fell asleep.

His ears twitched at the slam of the door, and his eyes sluggishly blinked opened.

Seeing the glowing figure, adrenaline kicked in, and he stumbled back into the shelves behind him. The bottles rattled dangerously on impact.

"Everything okay?" a demoness asked as she emerged from the door perpendicular to the enterance, "No rough housing h-"

She paused, eyes locking on the angel.

... Oh...

... Okay, she seems... unarmed at least...

Maybe she's not a threat.

"... Hello there," she said, trying to hide the apprehension in her voice, "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where sinners find redpetion. Anything I can help you with?"

She wasn't expecting anyone from heaven to come by. Was... something up...?

@stories-of-the-multiverse liked for a starter!

Okay. So. Hell wasn't cracked up to be anything like the manuals back up on top, but thats okay! Her report had to be perfect and finalized, and Azazels curiousity knew no bounds!

Still, she had slammed herself in t he door of the Hazbin hotel, as a few screams of horror were heard.

Because right. She forgot.

The fucking Extermination and actual fear some folks had over angels.

Son of a-

"...."

Wait. This weird Hotel wasn't empty.. was it?

"...Hello?"