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Fallen Stone: Punching Bag

While the others are still waiting for Rosie's arrival, a group is getting impatient while waiting for a particular angel. In the Vee Tower, the Vees are in a slob right now and are very desperate, mostly Vox himself. So far, they haven’t caught sight of the angel or any words from her.

Vox stood with his arms crossed, staring at the still image of Shilo’s face on the TV screen, which he had taken from his meeting with the Overlords. He stares with a stern glare. He admits she has a gorgeous figure and that angelic charm, but she is just a tool to use against the Hazbin crew.

“How long are you going to stare at that still picture?” Vox heard Velvette questioning him. “It’s been only three days since that bitch arrived.” She added.

Vox turned around, facing his two companions, lying or sitting on their chairs. Velvette was holding her phone, staring at it without looking at Vox, and Valentino was holding his own cigarette, pink smoke lingering away as he watched Vox.

“And yet, not one has seen her,” Vox stated, glaring. “The king is back, and we are running out of time.” He hinted at the king’s arrival. “The sooner we get her on our side, the sooner we will use her to break their trust.”

Valentino stands up, scoffing. “Geez. Relax, our corderito isn’t going anywhere.” He took a puff of his cigar and blew out pink smoke. The smoke touched the screen as if caressing Shilo’s cheek. “And I must say, she is far more gorgeous than the queen herself.” He purred, smirking. “Such strong powers and the body of a real angel.”

He turned to face Velvette. “Hey, Velvette. Can I use her for my films when you are done with her?” He asked her. “Horny freaks would be drooling to get a taste of her.”

“Don’t break our little toy, Val.” Velvette imparted, looking away from her phone screen and facing Valentino. “We still need her to get the Hazbin loser’s trust.” She added.

“No fun…” Valentino pouted, crossing his arms like a pouting kid in a tantrum. He spotted Vox looking through the window, hands behind his back, unaware of the conversation between the two. “Babe?”

Vox glared through the window, catching sight of the hotel on the city's far end. It had been three days, and the angel had never shown her face in public eyes. It was almost like she had suddenly disappeared, and it was like she was only yesterday's news, and everyone had moved on. There can only be one explanation for why she refuses to be seen. Hell’s own princess and her gang of sinners, along with Alastor, got ahead of them.

“If no one had seen her, then it could mean she is with those Hazbin losers at their hotel.” He confirmed.

“Fuck!” The two Vees shouted at once. Just when they had hoped to be much cleverer than them.

“There goes my model and our pet…” Velvette pouted, arms crossed.

Vox chuckled evilly. “Oh, we are far from defect," he testified. “She just needs a little…push. Get her out of the hotel, where she is most likely vulnerable and alone.” His left eye swirls in red with a massive smirk on his face. An idea comes to his head, one he knows can drive Shilo out of Charlie’s grasp and back into the city, where they would lure her to them.

~*~

Back at the hotel, Shilo was still in her room—except she was sitting in a chair while she painted on a canvas in the middle of her suite room. She was thankful she asked Angel and Husk to shop for her two days ago and got her sets of paint, an easel, brushes with a palette, and rows of canvas. She had forgotten what it felt like to paint, enjoying the joy of creating again after being away from Heaven.

In her painting, she is herself in her demonic form, only sad and in pain. She sighed sadly, still upset over Lucifer seeing her as a weak angel. She tried so hard to be proven, yet it was never enough. No matter how hard or how much she did. Maybe God just created her to be so unfortunate and have her view like the other angels that came to Heaven.

Nicholas was watching her from the couch, lying on the cushion seats. His ears lifted up, picking up a sound. He heard the door knocking.

“Hey. It’s Charlie.” Charlie’s voice was heard behind the closed door. “Am I okay with coming in?” She asked.

“You, yes,” Shilo answered, so focused on her painting.

Charlie opened the door, stepping in with a soft and calming smile. After Shilo’s encounter with Lucifer, she figured maybe Shilo needed someone to talk to, get her mind off her father, and get the comfort she craved.

Then she caught sight of Shilo’s panting and examined its detailed texture and colors. “Wow. You are such a talented artist," she remarked, stepping in for a better look. She smiled at the painting, trying not to let the grim image distract her. “The painting is eye-catching.”

Shilo stopped, setting the brush on a cup of dirty paint water to be washed and the palette on a table beside her. “You think so?” She asked.

“Yeah! Hell would love to have a painting of yours!” Charlie happily exclaimed. “They would love you for it!”

“Doubt it.” Shilo huffed out with a rolled eye. “I’m still a monster in their eyes, and besides, this is just a hobby of mine.” She added, looking at her painting. “You should have seen the paintings I made in heaven.”

Charlie smiled at her. “I bet they’re amazing. You are such an amazing artist.”

Shilo smiled back. “Thanks, Charlie.” She removes her brush from the cup, dries it on a hotel towel, and resumes her painting.

While Shilo continues her work, Charlie looks around the suite. Shilo has turned it into her own private home; the windows are open full, and even the balcony is open. The air conditioner blasts cold air, filling the space with cool air. Nicholas is lying on the couch, and the desk is filled with Shilo’s painting tools. She wondered if this was what Shilo’s old place looked like. Neat, organized, and decorative in her own way.

After a while, Charlie turned to Shilo once more. She rubbed her biceps, frowning. “Shilo? Why didn’t you tell us you and Dad were friends?” She questioned her.

“You mean we were friends,” Shilo replied, setting her brush down on the table and facing Charlie. “After what he has done, I figure everything we did was just a lie to keep me distracted while he is seeing a fucking human.” She explained, snarling with hate. “A human that God created and ended up betraying what we all worked hard on.”

Charlie frowned. “You mean my mom?”

Shilo nodded. “Yeah. That fucking bitch.” She snarled. “The one who started this and the one who ruined everything I know and held dear to me!!” She shouted; the floor began to be covered in ice and frost, sensing her hate and rage. “She took my Luci!! She has every angel thinking she is creating an army!! The ones that cause more sinners to come!! AND SHE RUINED MY CHANCE WITH REAL LOVE!!!!” She roared loudly.

An intense burst of frost and ice covered the room, freezing it in cold air and shattering the windows. Charlie flinched in fright, her eyes widening and her mouth opening slightly.

A bark from Nicholas was all it took to break Shilo’s mind and notice her surroundings. She gasped, seeing the destruction she caused with her powers. She looks up, seeing the horror-stricken look on Charlie’s face. She covered her mouth. “Oh no! I’m terribly sorry!” She apologized.

“I…better go...” Charlie mumbled. Then she bolted to the door, opened it wide, and ran out, not caring to close it.

Shilo stared at the open door with a frown, saddened by what she had done and Charlie’s look. The ice and frost softened, sensing her sadness. She hunched over, placing her hands over her eyes, and sobbed softly, ashamed of herself.

Nicholas jumped off the couch and walked out the open door, following Charlie down the stairs.

In the lobby, Charlie sat on a couch with a sad frown. Her mind raced with so much information she had learned from Shilo. Lucifer indeed loves Lilith and gives her the freedom she craves but never considers how much it affects Shilo, making her grow a deep, vengeful hate for Lilith. She blamed Lilith for everything: the sinners, the angel’s fear of Hell, and taking Lucifer’s affection. Charlie feared that Shilo would hate her for being the daughter of the woman she despised.

“Charlie?” Vaggie’s voice broke her mind, blinking the tears that had formed in her eyes. She faced Vaggie, who showed great concern for her.

Charlie wiped the tears from her eyes. “Sorry...I...”

“What happened?” Vaggie asked.

Charlie sighed deeply, letting go of the sadness on her shoulder so she would have a clear mind to speak. “Shilo blamed my mom for ruining her chance with my dad...” she answered, still frowning. You should have seen her; she has that look of hate and revenge on her. Like she wants my mom dead". She placed her hands over her eyes.

Vaggie then sat by her, grabbing her hands and pulling them down so she could face her with open eyes. “Maybe if Shilo meets your mom, she will see that she is wrong about her and how much she has done for Hell.” She assured her with a soft smile.

“Will she?” Charlie asked. “She sounds so sure.”

“I may not know what Lilith is like, but I would kill to meet her,” Vaggie added with a bright attitude. “Shilo shouldn’t be so quick to judge.”

Charlie’s frown turned into a soft smile. Vaggie’s words reached her mind and helped her feel relatively better. “Thanks, Vaggie. Glad I have you.” She placed her hand on Vaggie’s. Vaggie leans in to give her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Nicholas reached the lobby, his tail wagging as he sniffed the air. He walked past the group, standing or sitting, until he reached a particular angel he had heard of. Ahead, he could see Lucifer seated in a chair while staring at a window as if he were looking into space. Nicholas never met Lucifer, but from the words of his mistress, he is like the paintings she took of him. And now that he is here, he finally gets to meet him.

Lucifer huffed out, hand on his chin, and looked through the window. He still blamed himself for hurting Shilo with his words. She was the only one out of the angels in Heaven who really thought and cared about him, and she still did after eons of being apart. Now, he feared he may have damaged their friendship. And he can’t blame her, not after she knew he had fallen for Lilith and left her dangling.

He heard a bark, breaking his mind. “Hmm?” Looking down, he saw Nicholas staring at him while he was panting, and his tail wagged. “Aww, hello there.” He gushed with a smile and petted him on the head. “Aren’t you a precious thing?” Nicholas’s tail is wagging fast.

“That’s Nicholas, Shilo’s dog,” Charlie told him, watching the two.

“Really? She sure did raise him.” Lucifer chuckled. Nicholas jumped onto his lap and licked his cheek, causing Lucifer to laugh. “And very affectionate, too.” He petted him.

Angel walked past him, the phone in his hand. “Yeah, I guess you can say that," he blurted. “At least he gets along with Nuggets.”

Suddenly, they hear a loud knock on the door. Charlie quickly got on her feet and rushed to the door, hoping it was Rosie behind it. She opened the door, arms spread open.

Charlie was greeted with a warm smile. “Welcome—“

“Sup, princess.” A voice that doesn’t sound like Rosie spoke while standing with her hands on her hips. Standing is nothing but Cherri Bomb.

“Cherri Bomb?” Charlie blinked, letting her arms fall. “What brings you here?”

Cherri stepped inside the hotel, pushing Charlie a bit as she turned to face her. “I came here to warn ya of a monster in Hell.” She whispered to her. “It’s all over the news, and I grab one of those posters. It’s all over the city.” To prove her point, Cherri pulls out a rolled-up paper from between her breasts and unrolls it, showing it to Charlie.

The poster features a drawing of Shilo’s demonic side, which includes her wearing an evil, scary grin, long claws on her fingers, and sharp fangs on her teeth. Behind is a city forced into frozen ice and snow falling, and a captain says, ‘Beware.’

Charlie gulped, staring at it. “Wow, scary…” She let out a meep. The sinners are already taking this into a dramatic turn on Shilo. Three days and just getting worse.

“Yeah, fucking scary.” Cherri put the poster back in her breasts. “Sure hate to be the unlucky sucker that got frozen.” She added.

Suddenly, without a slight warning. “Is Rosie here?” Shilo’s voice was heard by the two. They both turned and spotted Shilo walking down the stairs after leaving her room.

Cherri gasped in horror. “It’s the monster!!” She shouted. She pulled out her small bombs, glaring at Shilo. “You’re not going to turn me into ice, bitch!!” She twists her waist, raising her hand to throw the bomb at Shilo. Shilo flinched and ducked down.

“Cherri, no!!” Angel screamed, grabbing her wrist and the bomb out of her hand and throwing it away. But it landed in the hallway and exploded. “She’s not a monster! She’s new here!” He yelled at her.

Cherri pulled her wrist out of his grasp and glared at him. “Angie! She froze ten souls in solid ice!” She barked. “She could get you too!”

“Her name is Shilo! And it wasn’t her fault!” Angel argued back. “Her powers are changing, and she could barely control them!” He explained to her, trying to get her to see the reasons. “She’s really friendly.”

Cherri turned to Shilo, raising her eyebrow as she gazed at her. She could see the soft look in her eyes, the opposite of the poster she had seen. If what Angel was saying was true, then she was being lied to and nearly harming an innocent soul, angel or not. The hotel symbolizes second chances, and Shilo also seeks a second chance.

Cherri let out a sigh, shaking her head, and huffed out. She crossed her arms and smirked. “Shilo, eh?” She chuckled. “That’s a cute name.”

“Thank you.” Shilo smiled softly, glad she was safe for now. “And I am truly sorry for the damage I’ve done. I don’t know how to handle my new powers.” She explained, looking at her hands.

“It’s okay,” Charlie assured her, placing her hand on Shilo’s shoulder. “We can figure something out, all of us.” She motioned to the gang, who all nodded, agreeing with Charlie.

Shilo smiled softly, feeling their support and determination to help her. Her eyes caught Lucifer petting Nicholas, seeing how comfortable he was. When she watched Lucifer notice her, she gave her a small wave, her smile becoming a scowl. She was still upset over his words and lack of notification of her feelings and beliefs. So she lifted her head and walked away like an elegant lady in no mood to talk.

Lucifer watched Shilo leave with her head up, heading into the kitchen. He sighed. It was already the afternoon, and she was still upset over this morning. Nicholas licked his cheek, making him smile a little. At least her pet likes him. “Hmm. You’re a good boy.” He smiled. “Shi-Shi is lucky to have you.” He petted him on the head as Nicholas wagged his tail.

Husk was in the bar, using a towel to clean a glass cup and wipe the countertop. He looks at Lucifer. “Hey, king, why couldn’t you tell Shi you and the queen split?” He asked Lucifer. With Lilith gone, it might be a perfect chance for Lucifer to be with Shilo and rekindle their connection.

“After I told her Lilith is far more independent than herself?” Lucifer hinted the last time he spoke to Shilo. “I doubt she would ever want to listen to me. I am still a terrible friend to her.” He sighed. Nicholas whined sadly. If only he knew what Shilo really thinks about him.

“Woman. So complicated.” Husk rolled his eyes.

“Agreed.” Lucifer nodded in return. He resumed petting Nicholas, whose mood had changed to pleasurable as his tail wagged.

Then Nicholas’s ears lifted as if he had heard something. He sniffed the air, sensing something extraordinary was going on. He then let out a growl, glaring at the door. His fangs showing while growling.

Lucifer noticed Nicholas’s behavior. “Nicholas? What’s wrong?” He grew concerned when Nicholas kept growling while looking at the door.

A loud knock soon startled everyone inside. It was so loud that it echoed throughout the hotel. It was too noisy and forceful to be coming from Rosie, almost as if it was done by more than one sinner. Some muffled voices were heard as well, with multiple voices.

Charlie has grown curious since she said she would open the hotel next week, and it sounded like someone was outside—or so she thought.

Angel approaches the window, taking the first step to check. He pulls the curtain aside and looks out. His eyes pop open over what lay on the hotel's other side.

Standing by the door is a large mob of sinners and demons with flame torches and weapons, all surrounding the hotel while shouting and yelling at the same time. And some are holding signs with the same poster Cherri has, showing Shilo’s face.

Angel slowly pulls the curtain back, blocking his view outside. “Hey, Vaggie. Remember that rhetorical question about a group of mobs hunting Shilo?” He asked Vaggie, mentioning what he said to her the day Shilo arrived.

“Yeah?” Vaggie raises her eyebrow.

“I got my answer.” Angel disclosed.

The door suddenly started shaking, nearly breaking down. A sinner pressed their face against the window Angel was looking at, causing him to back away fast. Some are even trying to get the windows open, too. Everyone stepped back, keeping them away if one wanted to reach them. But they already know what they are here for, and it’s not a pleasant stay in the hotel.

“They’re after Shilo!” Charlie cried out. She never thought it could come so fast and out of nowhere.

“What for?” Lucifer asked, setting Nicholas on the floor as he stood up. Something must have happened while in the Wrath Ring.

“Icy Sheila got ten souls frozen on thick ice and froze part of the city,” Cherri explained to him. “Everyone wants her gone, like dead gone.” She pulls out the poster from her breast and shows it to him.

He grabbed it from her hand and stared at it in disbelief. His eyes changed to yellow, and his fingers turned into claws. The poster was burned before him, revealing how pissed off and beyond mad over this. “What the fuck is this?!!!” He roared. He can’t believe those sinners see Shilo as a monster.

“Better question. How did they know Shilo was here?” Vaggie wondered. How did they manage to locate Shilo and discover she was staying here?

Alastor stepped in and peeked through the curtains, looking at the angry mob. He was surprised to see this many all in one place. Among the chaos, he spots a familiar drone with a symbol of Voxtek hovering over their heads and looking at the building. “Vox,” Alastor hissed. He figured it would be his meddling.

“Is everything okay?” Shilo’s voice was heard from the kitchen.

“Y-Yeah! Everything is fine!!” Charlie shouted back, praying Shilo wouldn’t notice the chaos outside.

Unfortunately, Shilo has already stepped out of the kitchen after hearing noises and Lucifer’s roar. She was only a few feet away from the others when she caught sight of the sinners and demons trying to get in through the door and the windows. She let out a gasp and backed away. They found her and are most likely coming to kill her.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to drive them away,” Charlie assured her, not wanting her to get scared.

“Question: How?” Angel asked.

Charlie was taken aback by that question. “Let me think...” she mumbled, trying to think of a safe and less violent way to get the intruders away and leave Shilo alone.

But she had nothing to think about as one of the windows broke and shattered the glass. Multiple sinners tried to get through but were stuck because they tried to get in at once.

“Not the windows!!” Niffty shrieked. But she was more concerned about the mess than the sinners trying to break in.

“Get that monster!!” One of the sinners shouted, pointing a claw at Shilo as the mob all roared and shattered another window.

Shilo backed away, getting frightened and anxious. She was breathing heavily, and her heart was beating louder than the mob’s shout. Her legs were visibly shaking, and her eyes widened. Nicholas barked, sensing his mistress's distress.

Before anyone could blink, Shilo took another step back, and suddenly, the floor was encased in thick ice. Sensing her anxiety, a massive wall of ice blocked the windows. But that didn’t stop the sinners from trying to break the ice, which stood firm and unbreakable.

“Now what?!” Vaggie shouted. The group inside backed away, surprised by the ice wall's sudden appearance. They all turned to face Shilo; her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Shilo had gotten a new ability. They were thinking the same thing.

Shilo let out a groan. “Not again…”

While Lucifer, on the other hand, was flabbergasted. He was switching his view from the ice wall to Shilo. “Shi-Shi?! Did your powers change!?” He questioned her. He knows Shilo’s power tends to release itself whenever she feels negative, but this is entirely different.

“I don’t want to talk about it!!” Shilo roared at him, her anxiety turning into anger. Her roar caused the wall to grow ice spikes, and the sinners all backed away in fear as their screams were heard by the group.

“Okay, you two, now is not the time to fight like a married couple," Vaggie ordered in a firm voice. “They aren’t going to stop till they get their hands on Shilo. We must get her to a safe location where they can’t reach her.” She pulls out her angelic spear. “And the rest will have to push them away.”

“No! We can’t hurt them!” Charlie shouted. Last time, they were surrounded by exorcist angels and had to fight them back. This was different; they were surrounded by sinners and demons, their own kind, and Charlie refused to hurt her people.

Vaggie placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, facing her calmly. “We won’t. Trust me.” She assured her with a smile. “Just get Shilo to a room where they can’t reach.” She then gives Charlie a kiss on the lips.

Charlie nodded, smiling at her. “Okay," she whispered, turning to Shilo. “Come on.” She took Shilo’s hand and dragged her up the stairs. Now, all that was left for them was to remove the mob.

“Uh…question, how?” Angel asked Vaggie. They can’t kill them, not after they have only proven themselves after the battle against Adam.

Vaggie sighed, holding her spear. “We’ll just have to toughen up and shove them back.” She answered. “Won’t be easy, I’ll admit.”

Lucifer sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Just show them who’s the boss here.” He growled. Just as his eyes changed and long red horns grew from his forehead. “Sinners are stupid enough to not realize who they are dealing with.”

Alastor chuckled, twirling his staff. “Let’s give them a good show, your majesty.” He grinned hugely as his eyes changed into radio dials and his mouth into a speaker. He let out a tiny flinch, nearly touching his touch. But he fought against it. He can’t show a moment of weakness now, not in front of everyone.

~*~

While the group downstairs faces the mob, Charlie and Shilo run up the stairs until they reach the top. Several sinners tried to break through the windows, shouting hateful words to Shilo. They both moved away from the windows in case they failed.

Charlie frowned at it. She just wanted everyone in Hell to see that all angels are evil, like Adam and Lute. Shilo is nothing like them; she cares about their future and wants to be sure they don’t suffer under Heaven’s watch. If only they can see that.

Shilo was getting anxious, and that anxiety was causing her powers to freeze the stairs. She had never been this scared since her first arrival here. They both reached the top, as did Shilo’s ice, which covered the floor in thick ice. Charlie ran across the ice, careful not to slip and fall as they ran down the frozen hallway.

Charlie grabbed a doorknob and opened it, revealing an empty room. “Here! You’d be safe here!” She panted, letting Shilo in. “They can’t reach you from here! Stay here till I come and get you!” She closed the door, leaving Shilo alone.

Shilo panted heavily, backing away from the door. Her heart was beating fast, and her breath was wheezing a lot. She could barely stand on her own feet as they were shaking. She set herself down on the floor and was panting hard. She was always brave, never afraid of her own life, and never let anything keep her from her virtue. But now, it was overwhelming to her.

“This empty feeling sets in my chest, and I start to worry.” She then started singing, pressing her hand against where her heart was. “Try to push it down, cast it out, but I can’t control it.” The room becomes covered in thick ice and frost.

“Hanging on by the strings that you’re pulling, so you cut me down, used to push me around like I’m your punching bag.” She pressed her hands against her head, feeling so much fear and anger. “Just another pot calling the kettle black. Take it out on someone who won’t hit you back till we’re all as broken as you.”

Meanwhile, back at the bottom of the hotel, Lucifer, Alastor, Vaggie, Angel, and Cherri deal with the mob. Vaggie uses her spear to shove a small group away, Angel and Cherri throw pepper bombs to blind them, and Lucifer and Alastor use their powers to toss them away.

Lucifer’s form has changed into the demonic side of himself. He was smirking evilly as he grabbed a sinner and tossed them away. “So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy. You got your wish; he’s rotting in hell.” He then started to sing. “I’m up all night when you think I’m sleeping. People-pleasing’s never good for your health.” He grabbed another sinner and held him close to his face. “So go fuck yourself!” He throws him away. He let out a fire breath that caused the mob to back away from him. Never thought they would see the King of Hell this angry before.

Alastor’s tentacles grabbed the pepper-blinded sinners and tossed them away. He was careful to not use too much strength and could feel his chest bleeding a little; he’d have to take care of this later.

Above the chaos, Vox’s drone videotaped everything and sent it directly to Vox in his tower, where he was watching the whole scene on his screen.

Vox was glaring hard; a few static shocks made him twitch. He never thought the Hazbin group would grow a backbone and fight back. He needs to tread more carefully next time. Especially with Shilo, she may have won their complete trust at first, but with a bit of temptation, she would follow his command.

“On this episode of ‘Friend or Foe,’ you’re throwing stones and hope I’d tie a rope around my throat till I start to choke.” Vox sings as he snarls at the screen, glaring at Alastor. “You’re a sick, persistent virus under my skin; rather set myself on fire than let you win. I could give you the world, but you poison the seas.”

He stands up, arms up and wide open. “I could let down my guard, but then all that I’d be is just your punching bag.” He sang, his left eye swirling in circles. “Just another pot calling the kettle black. Take it out on someone who won’t hit you back till we’re all as broken as you.”

Back with the others, Alastor swings his cane and grins like a madman. Black tentacles grew from his back. “So, say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy. You got your wish; he’s rotting in Hell.” He, too, then sings. “I’m up all night when you think I’m sleeping. People-pleasing’s never good for your health.” A sinner tried to approach from behind him, but a tentacle grabbed him, and Alastor turned his head with that crazy grin. “So go fuck yourself.” It throws the sinner away.

The mob started to run away in fright while the others were being pushed back; it seemed to be working. They all ran away and left the hotel’s grounds. Yet, unknown, one red snake sinner slithers through the group and sneaks in. He scans the area until he spots the ice trail leading upstairs. He followed the trail leading up.

Lucifer let out his fire breath, only hitting the ground. The mob all run away from the fire. “So, say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy. You got your wish; he’s rotting in Hell.” He sings, hovering in the air. “I’m up all night when you think I’m sleeping. People-pleasing’s never good for your health.”

Shilo stands up, faces the window, and looks down with a frown. “Say goodbye to your Ms. Nice Guy. You got your wish; she’s rotting in Hell.” She singed, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m up all night when you think I’m sleeping. People-pleasing’s never good for your health.”

Suddenly, the door slammed open, revealing the red snake sinner. He glared at her, and the slam caused Shilo to turn around and gasp. He must have gotten in without anyone noticing. “There you are!!” He shouted.

He started approaching her while Shilo backed away from him. “Once you are dead, Hell will be free from being frozen!” He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out an angelic dagger.

Shilo gasped. Those angelic steel can hurt her. “Please! I never wanted to hurt anyone!” She pleaded. “Just listen to me!”

But he just tackled her, causing Shilo to hit the window, and it opened from the impact of their weight. She tripped on the rail, lost her balance, and fell.

Shilo grabbed hold of the curtains, holding on to them. She looks down, dangling. The snake sinner pulled himself up and hissed. Shilo’s grip was starting to loosen, lowering inch by inch. She uses her other hand to grab hold of the curtain. She was whimpering while looking down. Without her wings, she can’t get herself to land safely. So, she is completely trapped.

The sinner raises the dagger in the air, ready to stab Shilo. But then, out of nowhere, a black tentacle impaled his heart, killing him. He landed on the floor, bleeding.

By the door, Alastor was standing while holding his cane. “So go fuck yourself.” He sings. Once the sinner is dead, he looks inside the room, checking for Shilo, only to find her nowhere in sight. So he walked away, not knowing Shilo’s presence outside.

The curtain begins to rip itself, unable to hold on. Shilo tries to climb up using it, but then it rips itself off, and Shilo falls, screaming. She looks down, getting close to the ground. Seeing the curtain in her hands, she holds it on both sides and up, making it a glider. She lands on the ground, rolls, and stops twenty feet from the hotel. The curtain fell on her, covering her up.

Shilo lifted the ripped curtain over her face, catching sight of the hotel. She could see the sinners and demons around the hotel, blocking her chances of getting back in. She pulls the curtain over her, acting as a cloak, and runs off, looking for a safe hiding spot.

~*~

After they managed to get the mob to leave, Charlie exited the hotel. Seeing the mob gone, she approached her father and the others. She tapped Vaggie on the shoulder, catching her attention. “Are they gone?” She asked.

Vaggie nodded. “Yep. All left.” She answered.

“That’s good,” Charlie smiled. “I better let Shilo know they’re gone.” She turned and returned inside. Rushing up the stairs, she was thankful the ice had melted, but she was worried about how wet it had gotten later.

She reached the door where she last left Shilo, only to find it wide open. She stepped inside, seeing the room still covered in ice. The window was open, and only one curtain was hanging while the other was ripped off. Concern entered her, and she feared the worst.

“Shilo?” Charlie called out, with no reply. Shilo is no longer in the Hazbin Hotel.

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