#Alastor: have you considered murder? Like just killing the angels. Just a thought.

[sebbyisland]

category 5 babygirl moment. More under the cut

[letshavedeernnertogether]

Let us make this dance properly

Charlie gathered everybody in the main living-room. It was the usual place to discuss the princess's plans about rehabilitation of sinners. This time she wanted to make a new exercise with the purpose to know each other better and to have fun.

Not everyone was excited with this idea; to be honest, all the residents, excpect Vaggie, didn't find any of Charlie's idea good or useful. But they still did everything she asked. And this time wasn't exclusion.

She looked around everyone with a shining gaze, and asked the residents to tell everybody about their favorite activities.

Angel started, "I love to fu-!"

"I swear, if you say it, I will fucking kill you!" Husk exclaimed.

You chukled. Angel always said something lewd, and it made you laugh. But you laughed even more, when Husk tried to shut him up. They were just adorable.

"What? Charlie asked and I answered!" he threw up his hands.

Husk only sighted heavily with a growl.

"And what do you like to do, huh?" asked Angel. "I bet you'll say "to get drunk", right?"

Husk nodded.

Charlie forced a smile and said, "Well, maybe somebody else wants to express their opinion?"

You didn't like to share you mind, but you didn't want to make Charlie upset either.

"Well, I'm not really into any activities, but I do like dancing" you said.

Vaggie looked at you with gratitude. There was at least one person who didn't make jokes about Charlie's offers.

"That's great!" said the princess with a big smile, so you could see her white snow fangs. "Everybody loves dancing!"

You knew that dancing is the thing that almost every resident liked: Charlie, Angel, you, and maybe Husk too. And of course Alastor. It was his favorite thing to do after murdering and cooking somebody. He was a great dancer as you heard, and you dreamt about having a dance with him one day. It wouldn't be impossible as you were pretty old-fashioned and liked the same dance styles, that were popular at his time. You blushed every time thinking about dancing at least shag with him.

You cautiously looked at Alsor, who stood near the sofa, where you were sitting. He was looking at you slightly covered eyelids and smiling.

Yeah, you dreamt of dancing with him, but there was no right time.

But maybe tonight?

Then Charlie clapped and exclaimed, "I have an idea! Let's teach each other our favorite dance! I'm sure it'll be interesting!"

Everybody considered for a moment and nodded.

Everybody went to the ball room. It was the biggest room in the hotel. Pale pink wallpaper, golden colomns and chandeliers.

Sir Pentious started. He asked you all to stand in two ranks. Charlie and Vaggie were inseparable, so they stood next to each other. Angel stood opposite Charlie, and Husk opposite Vaggie. You stood near Husk, and opposite you stood Alastor. Niftty stood beside you.

"We're going to dancccccce Mr. Beveridge's Maggot! " exclaimed Sir Pentious.

"What?!" you thought. Didn't you mishear? A Jane fucking Austen's dance?!

And what is even more important, was Alastor your partner?

Sir Pentious asked to turn on the music, and Alastor made his radio play load some classical music.

Sir Pentious explained the main thing about this dance and how to move. He stood opposite Niffty, and you began to dance.

Not everything worked out the first time. You missed your partners, your backs collided, somebody took an extra step because of which everyone was confused. But Sir Pentious had enough patience to be a good teacher, and after a while you danced a pretty good Mr. Beveridge's Maggot dance.

After you'd finished the dance Sir Pentious said with the tears in his eyes, "so sssssweet!"

While dancing you understood how really good was Alastor at it. He understood all Pentious's instructions the first time. And you noticed that it was comfortable for you to dance with him. Of course, you said you liked dancing, but, to say the truth, you were terribly shy. You never danced on public, prefering to dance just by yourself. You even waltz in your room all alone sometimes. But you thought it would be nice to find somebody one day whom you won't be afraid to dance.

"It was a pleasure to dance with you, dear" said Alastor, making you blush.

"Um, thank you. I liked dancing with you too!" you said and smiled.

He was looking at you with a softer smile that you'd ever seen on him.

The next dancing lesson wanted to make Angel. Of course, he wanted to teach you all how to make the most seductive movements, but Alastor just couldn't find appropriate music on the radio (or he just didn't want to find it), and Angel decided to sing a melody and show you the movements. (Thanks goddess it wasn't something too obscene, just slow swing of your hips and beautiful movements with your hands.)

Alastor was pretty confused with such a kind of dancing, but you couldn't help but notice that he was actually good at this one too. And the way his hips were moving side to side...

Well, you better to turn away before your turned out as red as his suit.

Now was your turn.

"Well, find a partner at first."

Vaggie and Charlie looked at each other, and Vaggie asked you, if it wouldn't be like the first dance?

The girls still were a little bit upset that they weren't actual partneres in the first dance.

"It will be similar to a waltz, so don't worry", you responded.

Charlie happily took Vaggie's hand, making her smile soft.

Angel came closer to Husk and smiled. The cat-demon rolled his eyes but didn't go away.

Niffty looked at Alastor, but he shook his head, so she was Sir Pentious's partner again.

"Well, Alastor is enough with modern dancing," you thought.

"The name of the dance is foxtrot." you noticed how Alastor pricked up his ears and tilted his head. Yes, he was actually interested in.

You continued, "There are two type of it: quickstep and slowfox. We're going to dance slowfox."

"As I mentioned before, it is similar to waltz but much smoother. Also the rhythm is different."

You stood your back to others and stretched your arms out in front of you, bending them at the elbows.

"Well, I'll be on the place of the one who's being led in dance. You need to make a step with your right foot back. Then a step back with your left foot. Step right and slightly back with your right foot. And then place your left foot next to your right one and take a full step to the right."

Everybody repeated your movements slowly, and you were glad, everyone succeeded in it.

"Ha-ha my dear!" you heard Alaslor laughing and frozen.

Suddenly he appeared before you and came closer.

"You're so funny, trying to waltz without a partner ha-ha-ha!"

You felt that your cheeks became red of shame and anger.

Alasor leaned over to you, "Don't frown, my dear," he placed your hands on his shoulders. "Let us make this dance properly."

He snaped his fingers, and the room was filled with slow jazz; several candels dipped.

He made a step onward, you made a step back and throw your head back. His hand barely touched your shoulder-blade, just enough you could place your hand on his shoulder. Moving your feet at the beat of music, your hips touched. He was gentler than you expected. He tenderly made you follow his steps hardly touching you. It felt like being a cloud driven by wind.

You whirled in dancing; two circles before you bend back; then he swayed you side to side; then again steps when your hips touched, that made you breathe deeper.

And you stopped.

He pulled you closer to him. Your breath became faster because of dancing, but his stamina was better then yours, and his breath almost hadn't changed.

"My, my, what a nice dancer you are," he said to you. "But a little bit shy, don't you think so?" he leaned to you and smiled wider.

He removed his hand from you back, but your palm was still in his one.

"I don't dance very often, and I usually don't have a partner, so... I'm just not sure about the movements I make," you mumbled.

"I know what can help you," he leaned even closer, "Maxixe," he whispered.

Now you were sure you'd become as red as his suit!

All the candles were lighted up again.

He drew himself up to his full height and exclaimed to everybody, "Now everyone! I'm going to teach you the most popular among the most scandalous dance of the 1920's!" he adjusted his monocle, "One man said, it is the easiest dance of all to do, and yet the hardest of all to do well!"

Everybody were intrigued, and you were the only one who was afraid.

To dance maxixe with him?! One of the hottest dances of his time? And he offered it himself? Just unbelievable! It must have been a dream!

Alastor tuned up the radio and found fast piano melody. All the pairs were the same. Only Sir Pentious got tired and was sitting on a coach, so did Niftty.

You've never allowed yourself to even dream of dancing something like this with Alastor. But now you stand together. Your hands in his; you back is lead against his chest; he makes steps forward slightly touching your knees; his breath is in your hair, and you feel how his heart beats.

It was better then any dream you could imagine. In your dreams you couldn't feel the touches, the breath, the fabric. But now you felt all of this.

You were swaying like in waltz, leaning together in direction of your moving, making funny steps forward on your heels. Then he turned you your back to him, placed his hand on your stomach and leaned against you. Swaying again.

You couldn't find a place for yourself at first and was blushing all the time. But very soon you understood how good it felt to dance with him. So you relaxed and let your body move to the rhythm of the piano.

Alastor turned you to face him and raised your hand high. You put your hand on his waist.

You both were dancing and smiling without noticing the others. They'd ended with maxixe and were dancing what they liked. Husk was leading Angel and sharply turning him round. Charlie and Vaggie were dancing a simple waltz. Sir Pentious, having already rested, joined a dance with Niftty.

Was it the most delightful evening in the hotel since you'd been here? Exactly.

But nothing can last forever.

When the music stopped Alastor stood beside you. Charlie thanked everyone for participation.

Now it was very late, and you all had to go to your badrooms.

On the way to your room you heard some static noise in the air and stopped. You felt like somebody was staring at you. You turned back and saw Alastor. He smiled at you soft.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, my dear, but I couldn't let you go without saying how much pleasure you showed me tonight."

He came closer.

"I hope that one day you'll do me the honour of dancing with you again, my dear."

Astonishment, shock, unbelief, fear and at last happiness. You felt all of this just in one second.

"Sure!" you answered, slightly jumping up and pressing your hands to the chest. You didn't say anything else because you believed that Alastor would understand everything by your smile and eyes. And he did.

He had never seen before your smile so wide and your eyes so bright. He understood what did you feel.

Both of you were standing in silence for a while, looking at each other and smiling.

"Goodnight, then?" you said.

"Goodnight, ma chère" answered Alasor and headed for his room.

Definitely, it was your best day at the hotel.

[alexmercer2424]

Hey, can you imagine the main cast just trying to rehabilitate a former assassin, who is so happy because 3 months before they died, they killed 553 people with a large tuna fish in a clown costume before they were killed by the military? so why are you in hell anyways? "I committed mass murder using a oversized tuna fish as a deadly weapon and was killed by the national army for it! :D" "Oh... Ok... uhhh, *whispering to al* al go get every last tuna fish out of the Hotel." "WAY AHEAD OF YOU!!!"

Thank you for your patience! Also to you and others, I also do Helluva Boss!

HH Main 6 w/ a Former Assassin

Charlie Magne

Meeting killers is nothing new in hell, be it purposeful or accidental

And knowing assassins, war criminals, hitmen, or who have you was also nothing new. Hell was filled with all sorts of former people with blood on their hands

What surprised her though was just how many people you had killed

And your weapon of choice

At first she thought it was just a joke, considering you were chatting with Angel as this got brought up and nothing is all that serious with him

But you were telling the truth

And as positive and hopeful as she could be

A part of her was still worried

Before she could even request a sudden change in what could be found in the “kitchen” of the hotel, Vaggie was already gone trying to solve the problem

But with a snap of his fingers, Alastor has the situation handled

Vaggie

When she heard about what you had done, she thought it was a stupid joke as well

A way to puff up and seem better than Angel who was talking about all those egg bois he had killed

But when she found out you were telling the truth, she had gotten paler than she had with Alastor

After all, Alastor had motive, a deeper motive than what you had

He also wasn’t so… blunt… about his kills

So she disappeared to the broken down kitchen the hotel had just to find it spotless (thanks Niffty) and free of any seafood besides crawfish

She may have not known what happened to the seafood immediately upon entering the kitchen

But she’d soon find out because of the man with hidden motives

Angel Dust

Angel thought you were a joke at first

Not just your story, but your character all together

But too be honest, he finds most people as some sad joke, even the demons he’s slept with for less cash than desirable

But watching how serious you got when telling your story, he couldn’t help but get slightly uncomfortable

It made him worry, but he did what he did best and laugh it off

After all, Vaggie was still scarier than you and he had nothing to fear from her

If anything, you were something he could annoy and try to get in trouble with said management

But as for now, he knows better than to sit next to you if you ever order the salmon

Alastor

He was intrigued by your story

Was impressed with your kill count as well as the methods

He would’ve loved to seen it himself, in person to watch all the chaos, but sadly he couldn’t

He’s just have to listen to the tale as if it were a old town rumor that’s been passed on for generations

But it also made him careful of you

Because if you had that capability as a human, and he knows little about you as a demon, you could become an issue

After all, he doesn’t need you trying to take advantage of him in any way

And he definitely doesn’t need you working for his rivals and giving them any sort of advantage

So with a snap of his fingers he cleared the kitchen

Better safe than sorry

No one was going to dethrone him

Niffty

She was just happy to have a new friend

A new friend with a new tale and a quote fascinating tale at that

She wanted to hear every detail, from the type of fish, and it’s size and weight, and how each person was killed

It would be a great addition to the fanfic she is writing

It would add some comedy to the murder mystery romance story she’s writing

So expect her to follow you around and stick to you like a leech

She may even remake your clown costume if your demon form wasn’t clown related to begin with

Husk

Could honestly care less

Or so he says, it’s just his persona

But also it makes him nervous

After all, killing and such isn’t his thing, he’s more of a gambler as we know

But to have someone so dangerous nearby?

It makes him uneasy

It’s one of the few times he’s glad to be in debt to Alastor because he knows the radio demon wouldn’t let anything happen to his pawns

But that didn’t settle him any because after all

Alastor wasn’t always around to keep an eye on you

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Sitting Room #1 (12/31/2020)

Click here if you’re like “what the heck is this about?”

Alastor decides that today is a good day to lay on top of a piano and sing. Valera @autokrates decides to accompany by playing the piano. Angel @sluttyspiderpolkacock plummets out of the sky and kills Alastor in one shot.

Alastor

What do we have here!

Alastor's been wandering the estate scouting out sources of entertainment—when he crosses paths with a sitting room stocked with a gorgeous grand piano. Entertainment located.

He trots over, plays a few keys to make sure it's in tune, considers his options, and then hops up to sit on top of the piano. Nice! Sturdy. He lays down on the piano.

What kind of song is appropriate to play while laying on a piano?

He thinks for a moment; then summons up his microphone, kills the lights, sends his shadow to play a dramatic arpeggio, rolls dramatically onto his back, and sings into the mic, "At first I was afraid~ I was petrified~"

Valera

Valera was happily sitting in the gardens, enjoying the ocean breeze of their home planet, the rustling of the leaves and the perfume of the flowers. It was only them and their thoughts out here.

How serene, how calm. You'd never guess their house was full of overpowered sinners hiding from a mass execution. All their fears were assuaged, not a single of the myriad of terrible incidents they'd expected had come to pass...

Wait. Was that... The opening bars for I Will Survive? Was that *Alastor* they saw through the gauzy curtains?

Fuck being alone with their thoughts, they *had* to get in on that good time. Hope Alastor doesn't mind if they hop right through an open window to offer some backing brass for his piano!

Alastor

Alastor sits up when the room is suddenly invaded—oh, how wonderful! There aren’t all that many places where you can start a musical number and fitting musical accompaniment just barges in! He’d thought he’d have to summon up his own private brass band.

Hand on his chest and hamming up as much as he can, he goes on, “Kept thinking *I* could never *live* without you *by my side*~”

Valera

Look at the man go, Gloria Gaynor would be proud. They plop themselves down next to his shadow on the bench, humming along under their breath while they ready themselves for their cue. In fact, while they're here...

A twitch of a fin, and a hazy amber spotlight flickers into existence to shine down on Alastor. There, mood lighting for the star of the show. Nothing but the best for a guest!

Alastor

Oh! Look at that! Proper lighting! They could be in Hell’s finest jazz club. Alastor’s really warming to his new role as a diva. “But then I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong~ I learned how to get along~”

He winks at Valera—time to really let loose—and belts out, “And now you’re *back*, from *outer space*—!”

Angel

Shielding his face from the glass, Angel continues to fall as he wildly fishes through his fluff for the charm Valera gave him for emergencies. It was so nice ( for his once human aesthetic appreciation ) that he told himself he'd never have to use it.

Then again, putting himself in this predicament wasn't exactly a conscious decision of his either. Making a clean enough break to salvage as he fell to his certain death was an unorthodox placement of priorities, but time was wasting. SOMETHING flashed before his eyes.

_ " ... And now you're **back!** From **outer space - !** " _

_Alastor...? I thought this was gonna be takin' me to Valer -_

And DOWN he sailed like a crimson comet into a cacophonous landing of glass, rattling keys, strings, once immaculately polished wood, and ( 1 ) local Radio Demon. A singular beat of moaning and groaning before he locked eyes with the island's Hostess with the Galactic Mostest and sprung to his feet, hip popped and arms dramatically jazzed.

" CIAO, MI LUCE DEI MIEI OTTO OCCHI ~ !! How's my BABY ~ ? "

Valera

An inhale as Valera prepares to start laying into the trumpet, smiling around the mouthpiece as Alastor belts out the lyrics. An inhale, and-- uh oh.

A tingle runs up their spine, eyes widening as they drop the instrument and jolt to their feet. Too late for any warning, here comes Angel, streaking from the ceiling in a blaze of glory and glass and splinters flying up from the shattered remains of their poor undeserving piano. They'd be more upset if they weren't immediately distracted by Angel Dust's darling voice.

Beaming fin to fin, Valera lunges forward to wrap their arms around their friend, tail all awiggle behind them as they bury their face in tit fluff. "Il mio amore! Mio caro! I'm so glad you could make it! Seapup is doing great, he'll be over the moon to see you here." A happy sigh, and they look up at Angel through his fluff and purr... Wait. Shit. Pull back, they have to peer around him to the wreck of the piano where their diva had once been.

"Alastor, do you need a medic?"

Alastor

Of all the ways to go, Alastor wasn’t expecting a meteor made out of red velvet.

And then the meteor climbs off of him and starts speaking Italian.

Alastor blinks up at the ceiling, half-dazed. “Probably, but that’s never stopped me before.” He sits up gingerly, leveraging himself out of the pile of devastated piano. “You know—I actually came to this universe to *avoid* getting murdered by an angel.”

Angel

It was very possible to not have enough arms with which to hug a dear friend, even when you had six. Angel gave her a big squeeze, tight enough to momentarily lift clawed feet from the floor as he nuzzled his face between her horns.

" GREAT! Place blew like ya wouldn't BELIEVE, Babe. Emergency getaway fa SURE ~ " he sang with a flash of an open palm of charm debris, which would promptly disappear into his fluff before he swept his cloak behind him.

" ALASTOR! THERE ya went! " Angel extended his hands to offer some help. " Ya ok? Sorry about that, uh, sudden change a plans. "

Valera

Oh to be a fish wrapped in the arms of a spider. What warmth, what comfort. A few seconds of bliss leave Valera's hearts feeling ready to melt, what could be better! A mental note to see about getting Angel Dust another charm, and she moves around to look Alastor over from a barely respectful distance. Poor thing got GOT.

Alastor

He sure did get got. He actually takes Angel’s hand to help haul himself up. “It’s not the change of plans I mind so much as your choice of landing pad!” Audience laughter. He cracks his back a few odd angles, then straightens out and starts brushing himself off. “You were at some big overlord shindig, weren’t you? Did the exterminators get in?” Oh, wouldn’t that be a delightful way to ring in the new year, getting rid of that rotten lot. The only overlords he cared about were either not the type to go to such a party or else excluded from the exterminations anyway. “Glad *you* made it out.”

Angel

" Uh... " It was settling in little by little, now. The foreboden consequences of his actions. " Yeah! They did! Uh, I wouldn't check into the place right now! Y'know, signals goin' haywire, S. O. S. 's off the shitshow... Thinkin' of it's givin' ME a headache, so I can't IMAGINE what it'd be doin' t' YOU, Smiles... Lucky ME though, ah? " _He used to be a much better liar._ Angel's ceaselessly sheepish smile left little to be assumed. Knowing this, he whipped back towards Valera, arms wildly animated as ever. " SO! How's e'ryone holdin' up over here? " He started a strut about the room, testing the soreness of his leading leg. " Ya DO have room fa one more in this fancy schmancy pad, yeah? "

Valera

She steps back, satisfied that Alastor wasn't about to keel over dead, and reaches out to take two of Angel's hands in hers to squeeze. Friend is here, nothing else matters yet! Even if the way he's acting is super sus, he's probably in shock from his DYNAMIC ENTRY to an ALIEN PLANET. That's the story she's sticking with until proven otherwise. Nobody needs that stress.

"Everyone's doing great, Angel! We've got four different Alastors, two Pentiouses, and we haven't even had any..." A glance towards her ex-piano. Another glance towards the radio demon brushing himself off. "... *Major* damage! I'll show you your room, if you want!"

Alastor

“No major damage *yet,* anyway! There’s still time to knock down a lighthouse or two!” He sounds absolutely gleeful.

At the moment, he doesn’t trust Angel at all. The dramatic entrance is perfectly fine, of course—he’d do no less himself—it’s this *insistence* that Alastor not check in on their universe. He absolutely needs to check in on it, as soon as possible.

But he’d rather hear about it from Angel first.

Not in front of their host, though. For the moment, he continues quietly straightening out his clothes and bones.

Angel

" PROPERTY DAMAGE ~ " he sang with a playful swing of their clasped hands, " Ain't a party wit'out a HEFFER of a BILL... " Angel then shadowed Valera's glances. Might be true of _some_ places, but certainly not HERE, his best friend's grand estate they've opened to such a handful of sinners out of the goodness of their heart.

" Sorry... about ya piano, though. I'll get ya a new one! " _No, you won't._ " I've got connections! " _Not anymore._ " Might not 'ave any special Veci designin' on it, but I'll do ya good! " _You just made THE worst mistake of your life. You're fresh OUT of GOOD._

**_YOU'RE never gonna know peace AGAIN._**

" I'm ON YA TAIL. Lead the way ~ " Angel belted playfully with a brush of those flickering fins and a glance back at Alastor. " Ya all good, there? If y'all wanna finish ya song later, I've got m'strings on me ~ "

Valera

"What, you want to replace my piano?" She scoffs, arms reaching up to give Angel's shoulders a gentle squeeze before dropping down to twine a hand with his. "Darling. Mio caro, I don't care about that old thing. You're alive! You made it here! You're in one piece! That's all that matters to me."

Trilling cheerfully, she rocks in place. Hand in hand with her best friend, safe in her home, decidedly not murdered by Heaven's dogs. The ominous stress could come later, for now she had to be a host. "We'll get you set up with a room, get you a warm meal, and then we can all play some music together, since you've so *generously* offered. Sound good to you two?"

Alastor

"Considering what happened the last time I tried to sing it, I think continuing 'I Will Survive' would be tempting fate." He plays the whistling sound of a falling missile and a distant explosion. "You don't both need me there to assign a room, do you? Perhaps I should head down to the kitchen and get that warm meal going!" Angel certainly hadn't gotten anything to eat at that big overlord function, Alastor would bet anything on that.

Angel

Angel clung to Valera's words and the way she fussed over him with such tender loving care like a lifeline. _This_ was what he deserved, ( wasn't it? ) He planted a kiss off her temple and smiled meekly. " Sounds good t' me! But uh, " he started with a sweep of a free arm in Alastor's direction, " Ya just gonna up an' be a host e'rywhere ya go? Valera ain't got this place staffed better than ours so you can chill? I'm already here, an' no one CRASHES as hard as ME ~ "

Valera

"Oh, I don't know, Alastor. Maybe tempting fate is where the REAL entertainment is."

Valera snorts, idly plucking a few stray splinters off of Angel's fluff. "I'm pretty sure I'd have to hold him at gunpoint to keep Alastor out of the kitchen. And unlike you, I simply don't have enough arms to keep all four in check. You might as well accept your fate of trying alien cuisine prepared by the radio host himself."

Alastor

“TEMPTING fate, sure! But it loses some of its charm when fate succumbs to temptation and pile drives me!” He pauses thoughtfully. “Although ‘falling man lands on innocent grand piano’ is a delightfully ironic twist, isn’t it?”

He flings an arm around Angel’s shoulders. “You’d rather have me cooking, anyway! Valera’s helpfully provided a list of Veci recipes that are *edible* to humans—but I’ve been tweaking them to make them *palatable* to humans.” Palatable by Alastor’s standards, anyway, which are either “freakishly high” or “raw bloody meat” with basically nothing in between.

Angel

Angel combed some more splinters from his chest with his hand before abruptly bending his knees to level with Alastor's pull. " Guinea piggin' it is, then! I don't think ya ever made anythin' I passed on. " Raw bloody meat included. _Everything_ was appetizing after a hard day's work. " DO ya worst ~ " With a pat of his back, he again took Valera's hand. " I'll sample the edible stuff anyways, t' compare an' not let all ya hard work go wastin' ~ "

Valera

Gods, Angel was comically tall compared to the other two, it was easy to forget that the spindly spider was slouching all the time. She purrs and gives Angel's hand a squeeze, bumping her nose to his cheek in the approximation of a kiss. "You're a peach."

A moment, and she turns to lead Angel away. So much to do! Did she have brushes..? Yes, she could brush him off, make sure he was splinter free without needing a whole shower... Don't mind her, she's already ten steps ahead trying to figure out how many extra pillows she should put on his bed.

Alastor

“Sample shmample! You’re getting a full plate. I’ll bet the closest thing you got to a proper meal at that party of yours was an olive in your martini.” He half-bows in farewell, and leaves them to head for the kitchen.

Angel

_Well he wasn't WRONG._ If memory served him, that last shot wasn't meant for his taking, either. Lightly chewing the inside of his cheek, he gave Alastor a shallow curtsy and fell into Valera's stride.

" So ~ ! " Angel whistled as he panned his sights over the architecture and decor of the hallway, affectionately hooking his arms about Valera's elbow and shoulders. " How big IS this place? I been t' Hell's palace fa a job before, but if I learned ANYTHIN' about VECI... " He snorted to himself before he could even finish his joke. " Y'all's style is... _outta this world ~_ "

Valera

Valera saunters along, an arm looping around Angel in return to give him the gentlest squeeze. "That joke was *terrible*, darling. As far as the estate goes? Fifty bedrooms, twenty of which are meant for guests, twenty nine for staff, and then the master bedroom. Though I'd call it more of a master apartment, the previous owner sure liked having plenty of space to themselves."

The size of the place was really one of the reasons Val barely ever visited this place, too much room. But that made it perfect for this visit. Space, isolation, plenty of areas for sinners to hide away if they needed privacy... And bedrooms big enough for the stupidly tall sinners to feel comfortable in. Here's Angel's! A twelve by ten four poster bed, white marble and gold from floor to ceiling, a balcony suitable for any necessary brooding or swooning over a sea view... Just what a spider needed. Plus a tiny orange ball comfortably sleeping in the middle of that luxurious bed, but don't mind him.

[sevensstories]

A Bottle of Courvoisier

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor Ships: Radiodust Updates: One-shot, y’all! Warnings: Alcohol mention, soft gore mention, mature language

Follow the link to read it on AO3, or just read it under the cut!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21673123

Alastor liked cognac.

Alastor liked fucking cognac.

Angel Dust would have never in a million years guessed that as Alastor's drink of choice. The blood of the innocent maybe, but not cognac. Not alcohol period. He was always so composed, so cold and calculated, that when he stumbled upon the radio demon nursing an empty bottle of Courvoisier at the hotel bar he was too shocked to even comment. Husker was nowhere to be seen, and Alastor was…

Well, to put it lightly, Alastor was plastered.

He didn't realize that at first, though. Alastor had his arms up on the bar and his face nestled in the crook of his elbow, like he was trying to take a nap. Angel Dust really just wanted to keep walking, but something stopped him. Something wasn't right.

"Al?" No response. "Hey, Alastor. You alright there, pal?"

Alastor made a sound that was a mix between a hum and radio static. Well, at least it was a response. Angel Dust leaned against the bar and tried to peek at Alastor's face, making sure to keep his distance. He didn't need to lose an arm just because he was caught being soft and doing something stupid. Really, really stupid.

"Alastor? Heh, you're not nappin' on the job, are you? Cause I don't think Charlie would-- WHOA!"

Angel Dust yelped as a lanky arm was thrown over his shoulders, Alastor pulling him down so their cheeks were pressed together. "Angel Dust, my good man! I was wondering when you would saunter my way!"

"You, uh, ya were…?" Angel Dust did not miss the flush in Alastor's cheeks and the scent of alcohol on his breath.

"Well of course I was! I've been starved of your company!" Alastor nuzzled his cheek, voice crackling with uncontrolled static. "That was quite cruel of you, my fellow, quite cruel indeed."

"You. Wanted to spend time with me." Angel Dust's tone was as dry as the bottom of Alastor's bottle. "Okay, now I know you're wasted. Why don't we, uh, why don't we get you to your room, yeah? Before anyone sees you like this and you murder me when you sober up."

"Oh, buy my dear Angel Dust, why would I ever do that?" Alastor looked at him with laughable innocence.

Angel Dust grabbed Alastor around the waist and hoisted him out of his chair. Luckily having extra arms made guiding drunk murder machines all the easier. "Uh, 'cause ya hate me? 'Cause I'm too flirty, and ya think I'm gross, and the only reason ya haven't killed me yet is it would be a PR nightmare for the hotel?"

Much to Angel Dust’s surprise, Alastor didn’t even hesitate to lean against him. The warmth radiating from the radio demon should have been concerning, but Angel Dust had never really gotten close enough to him to know whether or not this was normal. For right now it was probably best to just ignore it. Luckily, Alastor’s room was just down the hall so he wouldn’t have to risk his hide for too long. He started walking, Alastor’s stumbling footsteps sounding beside his.

Alastor’s smile faded a bit, though not completely. In truth, Angel Dust had never seen him without it. “Oh that’s not true, not true at all! I quite like you, you know.”

Angel Dust snorted. Yeah, Alastor was definitely drunk off his ass. “Oh yeah? Since when?”

“Since…” Alastor paused, pursing his lips a bit. “Well, since never I suppose.” The grin came back full force, and he looked up at Angel Dust with a level of enthusiasm usually reserved for schemes and carnage. “But I like you very much right now! What a wonderful friend you are, braving the spinning hallways just to get me to my room!”

“They’re only spinning for you, pal.” Angel Dust stopped at Alastor’s door. “Speaking of your room, we’re here so I’ll just leave you to i--”

“Oh nonsense!” Alastor shoved the door open and dragged Angel Dust inside with a strength that would have been very useful during the walk over. “Come in, come in! I could use the company you know.”

Angel Dust did his best to stop himself from being dragged into the room, but Alastor was stronger than he expected. Well, at least he had tried. “I mean, if you insist I guess.” He glanced around the room, taking note of the red and black decor. Not many surprises there. It was simpler than he expected, his only furniture being a wardrobe, dresser, bed, and nightstand. A small, old-timey radio sat on the dresser and a lamp rested on the nightstand. But the bed, oh the bed, it made even Angel Dust jealous. Black pillows, a black, plush comforter, and red sheets. Were those silk? If they were… well, that had implications.

He briefly wondered how painful his death would be tomorrow when Alastor was sobered up.

“Oh but I do!” The garbled static pulled Angel Dust from his thoughts. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Angel Dust glanced around the room once again. “Yeah, Al, I don’t know if ya noticed, but you don’t got any chairs.”

“No, but the bed will do just fine.” As if to emphasize his point, Alastor sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him.

“Ah-ha, ya know, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Angel Dust said with a nervous smile, taking a small step backwards. He liked keeping his arms on his body, and he was sure he’d have more than enough to answer for in the morning as it was. That was, if Alastor even remembered this. He was pretty toasted. “I think I’m gonna head back ta my room, but thanks for the invite. Really.”

Angel Dust was not at all prepared for what came next.

Alastor’s smile faded. In its entirety. He looked horribly disappointed, so much so that his ears actually pressed back. Angel Dust had never seen them move before, he was almost convinced they weren’t actually ears but just immobile tufts of hair. Alastor glanced down, his disappointment reflecting in his tone in a way that made Angel Dust’s heart ache. “Ah, yes, I… I suppose this is awfully imposing. Expecting you to stay when I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, and I have been less than kind to you in the past.”

“Exactly!” Angel Dust said, a tad too eagerly. “So I should probably go, and I…” He trailed off, taking in the heartbreaking expression on Alastor’s face. A demon famous for carnage should not be able to pull off puppy eyes. “...oh God damn it. Fine.”

Angel Dust didn’t miss the way Alastor perked up when he sat next to him, both sets of arms crossed. “But I want booze, ya hear me? I’m not doing this sober.”

“Oh but of course!” The grin was back, a glimmer of excitement lighting up Alastor’s eyes. “What’s your poison? I’m sure I can come up with something that’s to your liking.”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say somethin’ sweet is a bit much for ya right now,” Angel Dust mused. He considered a moment before speaking again. “Ya know what? I’ll take whisky. It’ll be like old times.”

Alastor snapped and Angel Dust was holding a bottle of Whisky. Well, wasn’t that just nifty. “Old times, you say? Was this your drink of choice?”

“Choice is a strong word.” Angel Dust uncapped the bottle and took a swig, the liquor burning his throat like a trail of fire.

Alastor’s smile turned inquisitive. “If you don’t like it, then why do you drink it?”

Angel Dust shrugged, taking another sip. Damn that was strong. “Habit. Ya gotta look tough when you’re in the mafia, ya know? Tough guys don’t drink frou-frou stuff.”

Alastor’s brows arched in surprise. “The mafia? You?”

Angel Dust sighed. This motherfucker. “I swear, you gotta be the one person in hell who don’t know. Yeah, I was a mobster before I died. That was my whole schtick. Just ‘cause Val don’t let me out on jobs doesn’t mean I don’t still got it.”

“The mafia…” Alastor mused, vacant stare drawn to his empty bottle. “I suppose, then, you have quite the body count.”

“What?” Angel Dust glanced over, taken off guard by the question. “Uh… yeah, I mean, I’ve killed people. Why?”

Alastor hummed, taking a sip from the now not empty bottle. When did that happen? “I supposed I just never pegged you for the type is all.”

“Not sure if I should be flattered or offended,” Angel Dust snorted.

“Probably both.” Alastor’s smile had a hint of fondness that Angel Dust wasn’t ready for. “Honestly, it’s an appealing thought.”

Angel Dust cocked a brow. “What, me killin’ people?”

Alastor nodded. “Quite. It was my specialty, after all.”

“Oh yeah?” Angel Dust took another swig, this one a bit longer. The soft haze of intoxication was beginning to mask the bitter tang of his drink. “Vaggie told me ya caused a lot of demons a lot of trouble. Blood and carnage and all that.”

“No no, not here,” Alastor waved him off, then paused. “...well, yes here, but that’s not what I was talking about. In life, I mean.”

Angel Dust froze mid-drink. In life? He put the bottle down and swallowed, glancing over at Alastor’s thoughtful expression. He could be wrong, but that one little tidbit of information was probably more than anyone else in the history of hell had ever gotten from the infamous radio demon. He was “shrouded in mystery”, as Vaggie had told him several times. “That, uh… that so?”

“Oh yes.” Alastor took another sip, wavering a bit. A responsible drinking partner would have taken his Courvoisier away and given him some water by now, as he was clearly drunk enough. Good thing he was with Angel Dust. “I was quite the prolific serial killer in my day. Sooo many bodies…”

Angel Dust found himself frozen, transfixed by the information he was being given and silently praying for Alastor to continue. Any insight to the enigma that was the radio demon was more than welcome. “That uh… that so?”

“Oh yes.” Alastor traced the pad of his thumb around the rim of his bottle, lost in his own thoughts. “Especially in the 20s. You know, you can read all the anatomy books you’d like, but nothing will ever teach you so much as having a corpse right in front of you.”

“...oh yeah?” Angel Dust was now wondering if he should have drank more to prepare for this conversation, because if Alastor admitted he was a necrophiliac he was going to lose his shit.

Alastor took another sip out of his bottle before nodding. “Believe me, I would know. For example, did you know that the eyes don’t close on their own, and if you attempt to force them they just open again? Or that the blood will pool to whatever side you leave the body on?” A dangerous smile played on his lips at the memories. “Or that the dead can sit straight up due to a misfire of nerves, very much startling the poor, unsuspecting serial killer chopping them to bits?”

Angel Dust felt himself relax a bit. Okay, not a necrophiliac, just a psycho. He could work with that. “Huh. I knew the eye thing, but not the other stuff. Got any other weird shit to share?”

Alastor looked up at him, absolutely delighted at his interest. “Oh, I most certainly do! I do hope you don’t have anywhere to be, because I could talk about this all night.”

Angel Dust let out a light laugh, setting his bottle down. No, he wanted to be sober for this. Or, at least as sober as he could be with what he already had. Alastor getting excited about someone listening to his weird-ass anatomy facts was oddly adorable, which was not something Angel Dust ever thought he would ever use to describe Alastor. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”

-xxx-

When Alastor said all night, he wasn’t kidding. Angel Dust glanced at the pocket watch Alastor had discarded onto the nightstand some time before. He groaned when he saw that it was just after four in the morning. Knowing Charlie, she was going to be getting him up bright and early. That would give him maybe a few hours of sleep, if he was lucky and could actually fall asleep fairly quickly.

That was, if he could even make it to his room.

Alastor had slumped over and passed out a few moments prior. That in of itself wasn’t all that strange, he had been more that drunk enough to pass out. If anything, with how many times Angel Dust suspected he had refilled that bottle of Courvoisier, he should have been out much sooner. No, the predicament Angel Dust found himself in had to do with where Alastor had passed out. Angel Dust was currently trapped, with Alastor clinging to his waist and nuzzling his shoulder. He wasn’t sure how exactly he should handle this. The smart thing to do would probably be to gently wake Alastor up, get him off, and pray that he didn’t remember any of it in the morning as he made his way to his own room. However, Alastor was surprisingly warm, and oh so comfortable…

A soft murmur caught his attention and Angel Dust looked down, just in time to catch Alastor mumbling in his sleep and a faint, genuine smile playing across his lips. Whatever he was dreaming about, one thing was for sure. He was damn adorable, and Angel Dust would hate to disturb him.

Well, shit. It looked like his mind was made up for him.

Angel Dust carefully lowered both of them so they were lying down, thanking any deity above that he had somehow managed to do so without waking Alastor. He shifted just a moment to get comfortable before relaxing a soft sigh. Yeah, okay, this was nice. Angel Dust closed his eyes, and let himself bask in this temporary moment of bliss.

He could worry about the consequences later. For now, for this moment, it was worth it.

[kathyprior4200]

Exterminate, Exterminate!

The dark creepy robotic angels of death are used to exterminate the citizens of Hell to not only reduce their population, but to also plant fear. They have silver weapons that can kill any demon, as well as humans. They were made creepy on purpose: to fight fear with fear. They are sent down once a year to purge the citizens at random.

The exterminators were divided into several groups: the Exterminators, the Death Dealer Archangels and the mechanical angels.

Some of the dark angels used to be regular deceased people who couldn’t make it to heaven, but weren’t evil enough for hell. They had done bad things in life but with good intentions (like stealing money for the poor or killing criminals). When they did make it after many years in limbo, they disobeyed orders and took advantage of their freedom. (There was plenty of food and riches in heaven, and they kept much of it for themselves). They fell from heaven and were sent to Earth and eventually, hell when they didn’t learn their lessons.

After they worked hard to redeem themselves in hell, they were sent back up to heaven. To prove their worth, their leaders gave them a test and mission. They were given special spear weapons made of silver, forged from the flames of the sun that could kill any demon and erase any soul. They were sent down to hell once a year to reduce hell’s population by purging citizens once a year.

The only way to be freed from their duties was for them to realize that even killing sinners isn’t right. That everyone should be given a second chance. They had disobeyed God, fell to Earth, then proved their innocence through prayer and being nice (or at least tolerant) to the demons. Giving them special weapons and a direct order was a way to test them: would they choose for themselves what is right, or be willing to obey their master even if what they were doing was considered “evil?” After all, when people and the divine alike possess power, they can become very different individuals.

 Regarding the second group (Known casually as Death Dealer Archangels), other more experienced exterminators were actually archangels, leaders of other angels. Unlike regular angels, they were able to take on the appearance of black bird-like creatures with wings while wearing LED masks to scare off demons. Their jobs were to punish sinners and plan the purges each year. Puriel, Kushiel, Teneluehus, Raguel, Wormwood, Jeheel, Zacheniel, Ababhar, and their leader, Abaddon were the oldest and most experienced at their jobs. In fact, each one of them led attacks of choir exterminators onto one of the nine circles of hell.

 For the third group, there were a few dark angels that were purely robotic. These were mostly used for tests and replacements if the dark angels couldn’t participate in the purge.

 Heaven viewed Lucifer and the larger hell population as a threat, as Lucifer had waged a previous war against them. To prevent the threat, the exterminator dark angels were hired/created.

 There may be several reasons why Lucifer is against the idea of Charlie redeeming sinners and creating the Happy Hotel:

1.   It is part of their family’s legacy to make demons suffer and keep them in line. Creating a Happy Hotel would make the royal family appear weak to their rivals.

2.   If Charlie were to redeem demons, she might be given the opportunity to go to heaven. If that were the case, her father would never see her again.

3.   Lucifer has a deep grudge against God, the angels and archangels for being banished and for mortals being favored over him and the angels.

4.   Lucifer is overprotective of his daughter and worries that she will be harmed if the angels (or other demon overlords) find her. He doesn’t want her to draw too much attention. He calls her a failure because he doesn’t know how else to persuade her not to pursue her dream due to his worries of the previous listed scenarios.

5.   Lucifer worries that Charlie will find out that he was once an angel who punished and killed demons. The thought of her father previously killing “her people” would be too much to bear.

Vaggie remains in possession of a harpoon that can kill demons. The X over her eye is on her left eye, rather than her right, like the exterminators. Unlike many demons, Vaggie values respect and virtues. Perhaps there's an underlying reason why she has these traits?

After Vagatha died in 2014, she became an exterminator, neither good nor evil. Due to her doing evil actions with good intentions, she was put to the test and sent to purge demons every year.

But a certain demon princess caught her attention...the one demon she would not slay. For the two had fallen in love...but love comes with great costs.

But some people are willing to take the fall and brave exile, in the name of genuine feelings for a fellow friend.

  Vaggie, the lesbian moth demon, is Charlie’s best friend and the manager of the Happy Hotel. She is also Charlie’s current girlfriend. She arrived in Hell in 2014 and can speak Spanish. Vaggie has a strong hatred toward men, especially when they attempt to insult Charlie.

 Not much is known about her previous human life, but it’s implied that she likes punk rock music, and Latino music.

 This theory has been brought up before by fans. What if there’s more to Vaggie than meets the eye? If she’s a demon in Hell, why, then, would she have been an angel in the past (or have the potential to be one?)

  How did this theory come about? From similarities between Vaggie’s appearance and the looks of the exterminator angels, sent down to purge the citizens of Hell every year.

 First, there is the characteristic pink X over Vaggie’s left eye. One of the Exterminators seen in the trailer had an X over their left eye as well. A picture of an angel’s face also showed an X in place of one of their eyes.

 Second is Vaggie’s expertise with weapons, specifically the harpoon. Throughout the episode, she is shown holding a spear-like weapon that is capable of killing demons. The Exterminators use these weapons to “cleanse” or kill off the demons to keep the population at a set amount. Sometimes, these weapons are discarded, and are found by other demons to sell on the black market. In the opening introduction, white figures of the angels are shown holding spears similar to the harpoon Vaggie holds; a long weapon with a sharp curved blade at the top.

 It is also worth mentioning that when Vaggie warns Angel Dust about Alastor, her pink bow briefly takes on the shape of horns. The Exterminators themselves also have horns on their heads.

 But perhaps the most convincing point to this speculative theory is not Vaggie’s similar physical traits to the Exterminators. Perhaps it is her personality.

 Based on the wiki, Vaggie is described as “prudent and sensible,” more so than the other characters. She is often seen trying to keep Charlie out of trouble and making sure the hotel stays up and running. One example is when she tells Charlie to stay on topic during her interview and not to sing (though she doesn’t listen.) When a cameraman calls Charlie a “stupid bitch,” Vaggie punches him off a chair.

 Possessing a fiery temper, she confronts Angel Dust after his participation in the turf war against Sir Pentious. She is furious that Angel ruined Charlie’s reputation and that of the hotel. Though Charlie said he was “clean” for two weeks while spending time at the hotel, Angel then decided to resort to violence and drugs.

 Despite Alastor being powerful and intimidating, Vaggie doesn’t hesitate to point her weapon at him, while they’re at the hotel. He warns him not to harm Charlie and even insults him.

  The wiki also mentions that Vaggie has a wide knowledge about Hell, despite having been sent only recently. She knows about the Overlords and how dangerous Alastor is.

 Additionally, Vaggie cannot fly like the angels can but that doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be a possibility in her full demon form (which has not been revealed as of yet.)

 How does this relate back to the Exterminators?

 While not much is known about these dark angels sent to Hell, it is assumed that they came from Heaven (or were once part of it). They would hold up certain standards and values such as obeying rules, not participating in sinful acts (despite the irony of them killing demons) among others.

 Vaggie is distrustful of sinners and of men, especially. Unlike many carefree demons, she is practical and protective of those she cares about. In one scene, Vaggie protests against allowing alcohol in the hotel, saying that the hotel “is a place that (should) discourage sin.”

 However, Vaggie still displays some so called “demonic” traits such as swearing and a fiery temper.

  The question is, how would Vaggie know about how Hell works so fast? How would she know how the overlords rise in power and information about Alastor’s rampages? Unless someone else told her about all of it, it wouldn’t be likely for her to know all the specific details so easily. It is assumed that only demons in higher positions of power would know about these dark politics.

But if no one told her about it, then how did she gain that knowledge on her own?

 Perhaps this will be explained in a future episode…

 Or, maybe Vaggie got this intelligence from a higher source of power, a group who knows the ins and outs of Hell to keep the overcrowded population from becoming a threat. You guessed it…the Exterminators and the inhabitants of Heaven.

  Vaggie may have been an Exterminator in the past, just after her death. She may have died from suicide or homicide. In her human life, Vaggie may have wanted to get justice on abusers and evil individuals…but went about it in the wrong way (violence or murder). Thus, she didn’t go to Heaven but not to Hell yet. She was tested and briefly became an Exterminator, to cleanse evil “for the greater good.” (Exterminators may have been previous souls who were truly neutral or did bad things that they thought were the right things to do).  

 Vaggie soon became a fallen angel.

 How, then, was she sent down to Hell? Maybe she enjoyed killing sinners a little too much (or not enough to complete her tasks). Or, more likely, her temper tampered with her ability to focus. After all, even dark bringers of death have rules to follow. Fearing that Vaggie was a threat, they sent her down to Hell (burning off her wings) with only a weapon to defend herself.

 Now she faced the ultimate test…survival in her new afterlife. She did remember one part of her mission: to keep the demon/angel Charlie out of trouble…and help her with her destiny to redeem sinners, and themselves.

 For if Charlie convinces demons to be good, they might be redeemed and be sent to Heaven (or become Exterminators), thus reducing the population and making Hell less of a threat…

 Something that the king of Hell and the overlords would not approve of…

List of Angels and Demons in Theology:

From Oberon Zeil-Ravenheart’s “Grimoire for the apprentice wizard” (2004) Career Press

 Chioth Ha Qadesh – Supreme Order of Angels, led by Archangel Metatron (“Angel of the Presence”). Shekinah is his female counterpart. Associated with the infinite divine spirit of Kether.

Metatron is the link between God and humanity. The King of all the Angels and the youngest, he was once the Biblical Patriarch Enoch.

 Auphanim – (Whirling Forces), ruled by Archangel Ratziel (“delight of God”), the prince of hidden things who is called the Angel of Mysteries, holds a coded key to the secrets of the universe.

 Aralim – (Strong and Mighty Ones, made of white fire) Archangel is Tzaphqiel (“contemplation of God”), prince of spiritual strife against evil. Planet: Saturn

 Chasmalim – (Brilliant Ones, justice) Archangel Tzadkiel (“justice of God), prince of mercy and beneficence who guards the gates of the East Wind. Planet: Jupiter

 Seraphim – (Flaming Ones) Avenging Angels of Destruction. Ruled by Archangel Kamael, (“severity of God”), prince of strength and courage, bearing the flaming sword. Planet: Mars

 Malachim – Govern all natural laws and are responsible for the motions of the cosmos and heavenly bodies. Archangel is Raphael (“physician of God”) prince of healing. Planet: Sun

 Elohim – (Choir of Principalities) Archangel is Haniel (“grace of God”), prince of love and harmony, art and creativity. Hagiel (Aphrodite), female counterpart. Planet: Venus

 Beni Elohim – (Sons of the Gods/ Choir of Archangels) Archangel is Michael (“protector of God”) with Raphael as his lieutenant. Their province is art and knowledge. Planet: Mercury

 Cherubim – Guardian angels of humanity (“those who intercede”). Archangel is Gabriel (“strength of God”). It was he who appeared to Mary with the Annunciation and dictated the Koran to Mohammed. Planet: Moon

 Ishim – (Blessed Souls) lowest order of angels, assisting humanity directly, associated with mundane concerns, once living saints and prophets. Archangel is Sandalphon (twin of Metatron) Planet: Earth

 Angel Types:

Archangel (Christianity, Islam, Judaism) “chief angel”

 Bene Elohim “Sons of God”

 Chalkydri (Christianity, Judaism) = Carriers of the sun’s heat

 Cherub (Christianity, Judaism)

 Dominions (Christianity, Judaism)

 Grigori (Watchers) (Christianity, Judaism)

 Ishim (Judaism, Islam)

 Lamassu (Ancient Mesopotamian religion) = protection, constellations, female deities

 Mu’aqqibat (Islam)

 Powers (Christianity, Judaism)

 Principalities (Christianity, Judaism)

Seraph/Seraphim (Christianity, Islam, Judaism)

 Song-Uttering Choirs (Judaism)

 Thrones (Christianity, Judaism)

 Virtues (Christianity, Judaism)

   Angels of Death:

 Azrael

Dumah

Munkar

Nakir

Samael

 Fallen Angels:

 Azazel

Dumah

Harut

Iblis

Lucifer

 Marut

  Christian Hierarchy of Angels:

(Highest order)

Seraphim

Cherubim

Thrones

 (Middle order)

Dominions

Virtues

Powers

 (Lowest order)

Principalities

Archangels

Angels

  Names:

 Abaddon (Christianity, Judaism) = Destruction

 Abathar Muzania (Mandaeism) = The weighing of souls

 Aglibol (Ancient Cannaanite religion) = Angel of the god Baal Hadad

Ananiel (Christianity, Judaism) Archangel, “Rain of God”

 Arariel (Jewish mythology) = Waters of the Earth

 Ariel (Christianity, Islam) = Personification of Israel

 Artiya’il (Islam) = Removes human grief

 Azazel (Christianity, Islam, Judaism) = Archangel, fallen angel, teacher of evil arts, rebellion against God

 Azrael (Islam, Judaism) = Archangel, Angel of Death

 Barachiel (Christianity) = Archangel, lightning, Guardian angel chief “Blessed by God’

 Baraquiel (Jewish mythology) = Archangel

 Camael/Kemuel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, Leader of the Powers, strength courage and war

 Cassiel (Christianity, Islam, Judaism) = Archangel, solitude and tears

 Daniel (Christianity, Judaism) = Watcher

 Dadrail (Islam, Yazdanism) = Archangel in Yazdanism

 Dumah (Islam, Judaism) = Angel of Death, silence, torments the wicked after death

 Eleleth (Sethianism)

 Eremiel/Jerahmeel (Christianity, Judaism) = guides the holy deceased in afterlife

 Gabriel (Christianity, Islam, Judaism) = Archangel, messengers, military, destruction “God is my strength”

 Gadreel (Christianity, Judaism)

 Hadraniel (Judaism, Gnosticism) = Second Heavenly Gate

 Hahasiah (Christianity, Judaism) = Principality

 Hanibal (Ancient Mesotopamian religion) = Angel of the god Baal Hadad

 Haniel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, leader of Principalities along with Archangel Netzach

 Haziel

 Harut (Islam) = fallen angel, sorcery

 Hashmal (Christianity, Judaism) Dominions

 Hamalat al-Arsh (Islam)

 Hofniel (Judaism) = Archangel

 Iblis (Islam) = fallen angel, ruler of lower heavens, teacher of angels, leading angels into battle, (after the fall) tempter and commanding demons

 Imamiah (Christianity, Judaism) = Principality

 Israfil/Israfel (Islam) = Archangel, music

 Jegudiel (Christianity) = Archangel, responsibility and merciful love “Glorifier of God”

 Jehoel (Christianity, Judaism) = Seraph, fire

 Jequn (Christianity, Islam, Judaism)

 Jerahmeel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel “God’s Exaltation”

 Jophiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, wisdom, understanding and judgement

 Kalka’il (Islam) = fifth heaven

 Kepharel (Jewish mythology) = (Archangel)

 Kerubiel (Judaism)

 Kiraman Katibin (Islam) = recorder of human thoughts

 Kushiel (Christianity, Judaism) = punishment

 Lailah (Judaism) = night, conception

 Lucifer (Christianity) = Archangel or seraph, cherub, fallen angel, Bringer of Light, rebellion against God

Morning Star/Venus, wanted to surpass and be “Most High”

Bogomiliam: Lucifer fell from heaven and trapped souls from heaven inside matter which were later freed by Jesus

Jealous of God and humanity

Satan in Christianity

One of the four princes of Hell, ruler of the East and air in Satanic Bible

Morning star, intellectualism, fantasy, enlightenment in some versions

Neopagan: Lucifer as brother and consort to goddess Diana and father of Aradia. (Apollo?) “proud of his beauty and who for his pride was driven from Paradise.”

     Maalik (Islam) = hellfire

 Malakbel (Ancient Canaanite religion) angel of the god Baal Hadad, the sun

 Marut (Islam) = fallen angel, sorcery

 Melek Taus (Yazdanism) = Archangel

 Metatron (Judaism, Islam) = Archangel, seraph, The Celestial Scribe

 Michael (Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Mormonism, Yazdanism) = Archangel, seraph, military, Angel of Mercy, General in God’s army, Angel of Death “Who is like God”

 Moroni (Mormonism) = the Golden Plates

 Munkar (Islam) = Angel of Death, the Faith of the Dead

 Muriel (Christianity) = Dominions, June and Cancer in astrology

 Nakir (Islam) = Angel of Death, The Faith of the Dead

 Nanael (Christianity, Judaism) = Principality

 Netzach (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, leader of Principalities along with Haniel, eternity

 Nithael (Christianity, Judaism) = Principality

 Nuriel (Jewish mythology) = hailstorms

 Ophaniel/Ofaniel (Christianity, Judaism) = Cherubrim/Thrones

 Pahaliah (Christianity) = Thrones, Virtuosity

 Penemue (Christianity, Judaism)

 Phanuel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, Repentance and Hope “Face of God”

 Poyel (Christianity, Judaism) = Principality

 Pravuli (Jewish mythology) = Archangel, God’s scribe

 Puriel (Judaism) = examines the souls of those brought to heaven

 Qaphsiel (Christianity, Judaism) = angel of tears, presides over the death of kings

 Radueriel (Jewish mythology) = can create lesser angels

 Raguel/Azrael (Christianity, Islam, Judaism) = Archangel, Angel of Justice “Friend of God”

 Ramuel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, “Thunder of God”

 Raphael (Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Mormonism, Yazdansim) = Archangel, leader of the Virtues, cherubim, healing “God heals”

 Raziel (Judaism) = Archangel, Keeper of Secrets

 Remiel (Christianity, Judasim) = Archangel

Ridwan (Islam) Angel of Paradise

 Rikbiel (Christianity, Judaism) = cherubim

 Sachiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, cherub, Wealth and Charity

 Sahaquiel (Jewish mythology) = Archangel, guardian of the fourth heaven

 Sabriel (Jewish mythology) = Archangel, Miracles

 Samael (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, Angel of Death, fetching souls

 Samyaza (Judaism, Manichaeism) = Watcher

 Sandalphon (Christianity, Judaism, Islam) = Archangel, protector of unborn children

 Sarathiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, Discipline and Penance

 Sariel (Christianity, Judaism, Islam) = Archangel

 Sealtiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel “Intercessor of God”

 Selaphiel (Christianity) = Archangel, patron saint of prayer and worship

 Seraphiel (Christianity, Islam) = seraph, protector of Metatron, highest ranking seraphim

 Shamnail (Yazdanism) = Archangel

 Shamsiel (Christianity, Judaism)

 Sidriel (Jewish mythology) = Archangel

 Suriel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, “Prince of God”

 Temeluchus (Christianity, Judaism)

 Tennin (Japanese Buddhism)

 Turail (Yazdanism) = Archangel

 Uriel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, seraphim, “God is my light” patron of arts

 Uziel (Judaism) = Archangel

 Vasiariah (Christianity, Judaism) = Dominions

 Vehuel (Christianity, Judaism) = Principality

 Wormwood (Christianity) = war

 Yarihibol (Ancient Canaanite religion) (angel of God Baal Hadad), springs

 Zachariel (Christianity) = Archangel

 Zadkiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, leader of the Dominions, "Righteousness of God” angel of freedom, benevolence and mercy and the Patron Angel of all who forgive

 Zaphkiel (Christianity) = Archangel, leader of the Thrones, “God’s Knowledge”

 Zedekiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Archangel, “Grace of God”

 Zephaniel (Judaism) = Archangel

 Zephon (Jewish mythology)

 Zophiel (Christianity, Judaism) = Cherubim

  List of Demons in Theology

 Archdemons seven deadly sins:

 Lucifer: Pride

Mammon: Greed

Asmodeus: Lust

Leviathan: Envy (sea monster)

Beelzebub: Gluttony (Lord of the Flies)

Satan: Wrath

Belphegor: Sloth (suggests ingenious inventions will make people rich)

 Demon Kings of the Ars Goetia

Amaymon (King of the East)

Corson (King of the West)

Ziminiar (King of the North)

Gaap (King of the South)

Bael (first king, power to make men invisible, teaching science,

Paimon (obedient to Lucifer, knowledge of past and future events)

Beleth

Purson

Asmodey

Vine

Balam

Beilal

Alastor (Greek spirit of vengeance)

Pazuzu

 Demons in Christianity:

Adrammelech

  Alastor (avenger of evil deeds, specifically familial bloodshed, byname of Zeus, also one of Hade’s black horses, possessing entity like Nemesis, generic term for evil spirits)

Asmodeus

Baphomet

Belial

Belphegor

Demogorgon

Dusios

Gello

Incubus

Succubus

Satan

 Four Princes of Hell (Satanic Bible)

Satan

Lucifer

Belial

Levitaian

[ashitpos-t]

I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Chapter 4 of my Husk x Fem!Reader on my AO3 account.

CW: Murder, Suggestive Themes, and Alcohol

(original chapter notes) This chapter has a song sung entirely in Scotts gaelic, I'll leave a translation at the end of the chapter, and I recommend you listen to the original!  http://www.canasg.com/zgaol.shtml  also!! to keep the integrity of the song, all parts where reader sings will be written in bold.

You all finished your meal relatively quickly, Alastor sporting a grin of fulfillment on his gray skin.

"Sheesh," Charlie spoke, "that was really good, Al," he smiled even wider, "I'm glad you think so!"

Vaggie merely huffed, communicating she felt the same, while Angel and Niffty nodded along in agreement, both a bit more enthusiastic than the moth demon.  You and Husk on the other hand, were more like Vaggie, neither of you liked the deer demon much, and more or less, had little to no trust for him, all for very good reasons, too.

"Well," Angel started, pushing away from the table to stand, fixing his hair, "I'm gonna split, see ya" he finished, trotting away presumably to his room.

Husk already started for the bar, and Niffty had begun to put away the dishes, while Alastor snapped away, seemingly to his room, or something of the other.

You merely waved at Charlie and Vaggie, mouthing a small goodnight before heading to your room as well for a good nights sleep, hell knew you needed it.

 ---

 You sighed into your palm, applying a think layer of mascara to your lashes, fluttering them when you finished, slightly adjusting your freshly curled hair with your hand.  Smiling, you brushed lip gloss onto your lips, quickly popping them together to set the look.

You never much liked prettying yourself up for work, but thankfully, today was a more, chill, day.  You only had to do minimal makeup, and put on semi formal wear, it's not like the guys cared much, if anything, they encouraged it, they thought it made you sing better, or something like that.  Honestly, you didn't care much either way, all you knew was that you wanted the money, and whatever they wanted, you complied with, and didn't exactly have a second thought about it, they were good people after all.

Grabbing a hairband, you tied your hair up into a bun, admiring you semi formal wear on your body through the vanity's mirror, softly smoothing down your black pencil skirt when your hair was done up.  You smiled, gripping the collar of your white button down shirt and laying it flat before swiftly checking the time on your hell phone, noting you should leave in a little under an hour.

With little determination, you set out of your room, locking the door behind you, and slipping into the elevator, eager on eating some kind of breakfast before going to the studio, not too keen on singing in an empty stomach. You clicked the elevator's lobby button with your manicured nails, feeling the jolt, before the descent of the boxy machine to the floors below.

With a snap, you walked through the jittery doors when you met your destination, swiftly being met with the arrays of reds and blacks of the hotel, a stark contrast to your white and gold room, a few quick blinks of your eyes were needed to adjust to the bright colors.  You glanced around the room, noting that you were the only demon awake, you smiled at the solitude, a bit happy that you didn't really have to interact with anyone, especially in the early hours of the morning.

As your feet carried you with swift steps, you trotted over to the fridge, squatting down to grab a red apple from one of the bins, chomping right into it for a speedy breakfast.

 ---

 The door opened with little effort from your finger tips, the old door squeaking to an open as you blinked into the dimly lit studio, immediately spotting your two agents, their faces brightening when they saw you, right on time, as always.

"y/n, y/n!" the reddish imp demon greeted you, walking over to your tall form with arms outstretched, you chuckled, embracing him, "yer right on time!  Alright, yer singin dat' marry ban song er whateva?"

You nodded at him, a weak smile on your face, "uh, thats close enough."

He smiled up at you, trotting over to his stool at the mixing board, slapping a big chunky pair of headphones onto his ears, adjusting his horns to fit.

The short imp demon's name was Gus, he had met you near the start of your career in hell, saw you in one of your earlier gigs and thought you had potential, ever since then you had been working with him and his new record label.  The other demon was already at their station, they simply nodded at you when you walked in, not caring much for greetings.  Their name was August, and being an owl demon, they liked the dimly lit studio rather than a brightly lit one, you had met them shortly after you met Gus.

You smiled at the two of them, walking with a small pep in your step as you opened the door to the foam lined walls, sliding a specialized headset for your animal like ears onto your head.

Looking over at the two demons, Gus gave you a thumbs up, a rusty smile lining his lips as he adjusted a few notches on the board in front of him.

You swallowed due to nervousness, looking over to the microphone in front of you, you cleared your throat, and prepared to let your heart out.

Gaol mo chrìdh-sa Màiri Bhàn,

Màiri bhòidheach, sgeul mo dhàin;

'S i mo ghaol-sa Màiri Bhàn,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

You began, singing softly into the microphone.

Thuit mi ann an gaol a-raoir,

Tha mo chrìdh-sa shuas air beinn,

Màiri Bhàn rim' thaobh a'seinn,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

Your voice quickened and strengthened, your eyes fluttering to a close as you continued.

Cuailean òir is suilean tlàth,

Mala chaol is gruaidh an àigh,

Beul as binne sheinneas dàn,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh

You nearly listened to rest of the chorus repeating your words as you sung, a smile landing on your features before you gripped the microphone, adjusting your hold carefully.

'S ann aig ceilidh aig a' Mhòd

Fhuair mi eòlas air an òigh —

'S ise choisinn am bonn òir,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

Taking a deep breath in, you glanced to the boys, seeing giddy smiles on their faces at your performance.

Bidh mo ghaol do Màiri Bhàn

Dìleas, dùrachdach gu bràth;

Seinnidh sinn da chèil' ar gràdh,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

Releasing the breath you had been holding, you were interrupted with Gus throwing himself onto your stool to hug you, nearly sending you flying.

"Jesus girl!  Why'd ya never tell me you can sing that good in Scottish?" he jokingly questioned, adjusting his trucker hat atop his head.

While taking your headset off, you replied, "I just never thought it'd be all that good," you shook your head, "but it sounds like I should be singing like that more," you hummed, a grin on your face.

The imp curtly nodded to you, before skidding his way back into his old chair, a smile on his face as he urged you to your next song, August doing the same.

You smiled at the two of them, adjusting yourself onto the seat and the headphones you had just taken off.

 ---

 "Hey Gus?" you mumbled through a full mouth of food.

"uh, yeah?" he replied, taking a gulp of water just after.

You took another bite of the roast beef sandwich in your hands, "why do you always bring us sandwiches?"

"well ya see-"

August cut him off, "Better question!  Why do y'all always eat with yer mouths full!  It's frankly digustin'!"  The owl demon enthused, gesturing to the two of you.

You and Gus stared at them for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter, August quickly following along.

The three of you eventually quieted, Gus piping up after he finished his lunch, "I just thought you guys would like a home made lunch," he seemed a bit chipper, obvious he had begun to think it would cheer you all up, especially so if you considered where the lot of you lived.

You flashed him a genuine smile, your eyes alone telling him how grateful you were.  The three of you were never that close, and you had only just started recording songs to be put on live radio, before you got more serious, the two of them merely helped you to plan gigs out at bars.

You quickly said your goodbyes to your agents just before you took your leave, and just after you finished recording your final song.  Singing was one of your favorite things to do in the entirety of hell, but it also killed your voice, and the best thing you could do for a shot throat, would be to relax with a couple of cold beers.  You didn't even hesitate to lick your lips at the thought of some fresh alcohol, or some fast food, really, anything would do just about now.

Snapping a look to your hellphone, you take a note of the time, making your brisk walk back to the hotel ever more eager, hell's sunset telling you the need of arriving as soon as possible, lest you stay in the dark for long.  

The clack of your shoes against the grime of the worn sidewalk felt hurried and rushed, and the sense of acute fear drenched your shoulders and gut, but that may have been due to the fact you had skipped dinner, and breakfast to some account.

A sigh wavered just in the pit of your throat, and only left when you had finally reached the hotel's door step, and with a swing of the handle, you swiftly stepped in, delighted to see the sparseness of the lobby, just in time for-

"Thank Satan!" a familiar voice exclaimed, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist that accompanied the voice, and a quick look down to see platinum blonde hair told you all you needed to know.

A hesitant hand laid on her head, and a weak smile crossed your lips, "Oh, Charlie," your voice wavered and croaked, singing always did a number on you.

"Where in all of hell were you?" she ripped her head from your chest, her brows knit into a feigned expression of anger, "and what happened to your voice?" she cooed, features softening.

You resisted the reaction of growing cold and rigid to the girl, instead, you forced a smile onto your lips, "I was just at my job," you pet her hair, "nothing more."

Her face told you she was unconvinced, but never wanting to pry, she decided against on pushing further, instead gesturing to the kitchen, "Well, you did miss dinner, why don't you go get your plate?  I made sure to set one aside for you." she smiled.

You returned the gesture and said a quick thank you, trotting over to the kitchen just after Charlie had started to make her way up stairs and to her own room for the night.  Arriving in the kitchen, you scanned the area, quickly spotting a saran wrapped plate of broccoli, steak, and mashed potatoes, all together seeming like a relatively tame meal.  You picked it and its utensils up happily, slyly looking over your shoulder to see the bartender patiently waiting at his post, an expression you couldn't quite decipher resting on his fur.

Your upturned grin settled a bit, was he lonely?  Or was he just tired, did he want company?  You glanced out the window, noting the bustle of cars, and the dimmed, hellish, night sky.  You sighed, deciding to sit with him as you ate, it's not like you really wanted to sit anywhere else anyway.

With a grin, you wandered over to the bar, quickly catching Husk's attention with the click of your shoes and the aroma of food, your wide, sharp grin reeling him in the most, this making itself evident in his almost bored tone.

"Well now," he stares at your food, then your face, "aren't we in a chipper mood today?" his paw is scrunched on his cheek in order to hold his head up.

You give him a nod while taking a seat on a stool, setting the meal down just before you.  

Stabbing your fork into the steak, you cut a piece off, before quickly eating it in one bite, "So," you say while cutting up your next mouthful, "how was your day?"

He grunts, shrugging his shoulders a bit, "same as ever, nothing new," he looks off into the hotel, your grin quickly wipes off your face at the sight of his somber mood, but you make haste with taking another bite before he can notice.

You eat in silence for a moment, before deciding to make some kind of conversation by asking for a drink, "can I have a beer?" you say through a mouthful, eyeing the liquor in his hand, three empty bottles just beside it, you frown.

He sighs, grabbing a beer can from a cooler to pass to you, "how long have you been drinking?" you say, freezing him in place, the question obviously striking a cord, and guilt immediately pools in your gut.

He laughs an uncomfortable laugh, eyes veering down to his bottle, "as long as I can remember," his eyes shoot to yours, genuine curiosity painted on his features, "and what about you?"

You stiffen, not expecting the question either, a nervous laugh escapes your mouth while you respond with a hoarse, "It's the same for me."

He curtly nods, taking a long swig of his booze as the two of you sit in a somber silence, both of your eyes drawing to the floor, only catching each others gaze for a moment.

"uh," you laugh, "could you turn the radio on? I don't have a preference, whatever you'd like is fine."

complying with your request, he shuffles to the other end of the bar, messing with a few nobs and switches of the radio before settling on late 60's early 70's music, the volume low and smooth.  You smile at the slow music, it reminded you of a sweet time in hell.

Taking a long gulp of the can, you finish, "could you get me another one of these?" you grin, glancing at the demon's face before eyeing your empty booze, "I love this music," you mutter, trailing the rim of the can with your finger.

If you weren't mistaken, you could've sworn you saw that cat grin as he turned his back to you, "I do too, reminds me of when I was alive," your smile only grows at his reply.

When he turns to face you with your drink, hes shining a real, genuine smile, a smile that would've set your face on fire if you weren't sober.  You laugh, your cheeks heating up to join your growing embarrassment.  You didn't expect to see the man smile, ever.

Husk laughs, handing you the beer you had asked for, cracking open one for himself as did you.

The two of you sit in silence for what seems like a hour, but it isn't uncomfortable or weird, it's nice, it's calm, and it's easy to see that with the faint smiles on each of your faces.  You sigh into your drink, noticing that the bottle is now empty, and truth be told, you were a little disappointed it was.

You stand up abruptly, startling the half asleep bartender, "Husk," he looks up to you, a grunt in the back of his throat, "thanks for humoring me," you smile, only getting a small nod in return.  

"Goodnight, Husk," you mutter, your throat paining you to speak, "goodnight," he replies, a faint smile on his lips.

Turning around, you begin to trot to the kitchen and set your plate into the sink, giving it a good scrub before walking back to your room, content in being able to finally talk to someone like an equal, like someone that could actually understand you, like a friend.

   Translation of song here ---

The love of my heart, fair-haired Mairi, Beautiful Mairi, the story of my song; She is my true love, fair-haired Mairi, And I am going to marry her. I fell in love last night, My very heart is up on a mountain, Fair-haired Mairi beside me, singing, And I am going to marry her. Golden locks and gentle eyes, Narrow eyebrow and merry cheek, Sweetest mouth to sing a song, And I am going to marry her. It was at a ceilidh at the Mod I became aware of the young woman — It was she that won the gold medal And I am going to marry her. My love for fair-haired Mairi will be Faithful, sincere for ever; Together we will sing our love, And I am going to marry her.

[ladynoirisback]

Hazbin hotel: questions I would like answered for the live stream. But I'm broke. Ask one of them please

- What does Angel Dust like to do with his sister?

- What do Alastor and Angel think of the advancements in technology?

- What does Alastor think of vox?

- Can any demon shift their forms into more demonic looks like Charlie did in the song

- Is it normal for demons to break into song?

- Why does Vaggie have an X over her left eye instead of just being a Cyclops like Cherri?

- If the souls want to be better people won't they go to purgatory first before heaven?

- Who are the tentacle people in the photo with Charlie and her parents?

- Before her hotel idea what did Charlie used to do?

- How Alastor died?

- Does Angel Dust have a drag queen name

- does this world only consist of sinning activities 

- Is it possible for Lucifer to be overthrown?

- What is Charlie's relationship with her parents like?

- Since Angel's family are spiders does that mean all demon forms are chosen by blood-relation?

- Has Charlie ever been to heaven or did she just guess what heaven is like?

- How do the exterminators chose what demons to kill? Is it just random?

- How old is Charlie?

- Can you give us a number to how many is considered overpopulation in this place?

- Are the dots on Angel's just freckles or are they small eyes? Since he's a spider

- How Charlie and Vaggie met?

- How do demons enter  this place? and how do they find anybody they knew there? Like was Angel told where his family was or did he search for them?

- What kind of weather do they get is it normal or no?

- Charlie mentioned "fallen superheroes" in her song does that mean some humans had superpowers

- What was Alastor's motivation to kill when he was human?

- What is Angel Dust's mom like?

- Since Jeffrey Dahmer has his own cannibal cooking show then it must be true demons can regenerate limbs right? Like their okay with chopping off their limbs?

- If the Angel exterminators from heaven kill demons wouldn't that be considered a sin? Since it's murdering? Like it's ironic for them to do that

- What are some things Charlie's hotel will offer to redeem demons? 

- How do these demons get such unique names? Are they assigned new names?

- Since there aren't any children shown does that mean all children go to heaven even if they sinned?

- How much can demons remember before they has died?

- Will we see Angel with his all his 6 arms out? Or is that strictly not for animation even for a second?

- Since Alastor in "a Cautionary tale" is said to be the only mortal to rival all those other demons seen in that scene then does that mean Rosie and all those other demons were never human aka mortal?

- what year did the exterminating start? 

- Angel said in "Your fault" that you "lose a few hundred" so did he killed some demons? But I thought only the exterminators could do that according to the stream.

- What is with them eyes everywhere?

- Why did Charlie switch from dresses to suits?

- During the song "inside of every demon is a rainbow" that tentacle girl Charlie called a loser is in front of a school why is there a school there?

- When Did Angel Dust realized he liked boys?

- Doesn't Alastor's face hurt from smiling so much?

- Why did so many demons mock Charlie if her father is Lucifer? Aren't they afraid of angering him?

- Why is Alastor a deer demon of all things? Wouldn't he want to be an animal that's a carnivore? 

- Can you tell us any weird things Angel Dust's into? 

- Is there a night time? Seeing Katie fall asleep must mean demons still need sleep right? 

[kathyprior4200]

Alastor and Astrology

Alastor potential birth chart

January 24th 1896, New Orleans(Jan 24 1986 is the birth date of voice actor Edward Bosco.) Alastor died in 1933 getting shot in the head and on the wiki, it said he was in his 30’s when he died. 1933 minus 1896 equals 37. I figured that the dark hour of 3:00 am would be fitting for him.

Sun in Aquarius

 Friendly and sociable, you may have a wide circle of acquaintances. Friends are very important to you. Intellectually oriented, you are happiest with friends that share common ideas and interests. Strangely, you find it more difficult to cultivate a truly satisfying intimate relationship. This aloofness exists because feelings are rarely expressed outwardly, and you usually seem distant. You resist anything or anyone threatening your independence.

Alastor is shown being sociable to Charlie, Angel, Husk, etc. He’d be happy with Charlie, Mimzy, Rosie, who share his love of singing and dancing. With a constant smile on his face, Alastor tries to never express what true feelings he may have at the moment. Anyone threatening his independence like the overlords or perhaps his father would likely not live very long.

Moon in Taurus

A Taurus Moon emphasizes the material side of life, and emotions are centered on the comforts and possessions in life. You tend to be a collector and an accumulator of the things that, in your view, make up the "good life." With the Moon in Taurus, you want the best that life has to offer, and you find it difficult to settle for less. The emotions are earthy and practical, highly attracted to material possessions and the satisfactions that come from material comforts.  Sense impressions are very strong, the sense of touch and taste is highly developed, and you probably have a pleasant speaking and singing voice. At least you are fond of music, art, dancing and all things that make life more pleasurable. You innate good taste probably extends to decorating the home and having a great sense for interior design.

Mercury in Aquarius

 In Aquarius, Mercury produces a mind that is original, detached, and abstract. Ideas come to you as bursts of insights. Your mind is hyper-active and going constantly. Thoughts are rarely organized, rather arriving in flashes and fragments which are often the seeds of invention and progress. The thought pattern is scientific and dispassionate.Your ideas may sometimes be considered very progressive and some may be well ahead of their time. Your unique approach will prompt some to label you as being a little crazy or at least eccentric. You like to do things that are unusual or avant garde just to shake up the establishment and create controversy. You have no respect for tradition and little concern for the lessons of the past. You are a pure progressive. You love to rebel against the system in supporting causes and ideas that are controversial and revolutionary.You are very intuitive, and accordingly, an excellent judge of character. Being very fair-minded, you judge people by what they seem to know or what they do, rather than who they are or what position they occupy. You believe strongly in equality and fair play. A humanitarian, you support ideas and programs that assist those less fortunate than yourself, and you support the concepts of total social reform.You're witty and open to a wide range of ideas, but at times, you become mentally fixed in your opinions and very stubborn. You are talkative and social, but you often come off as rather aloof and cerebral. It may be hard for you to find common ground in many social circles. Nonetheless, you are very verbal and enjoy expressing you views to anyone who will listen. Writing and speaking both come easily for you.

Theory: in his human life, Alastor resisted the racist standards/discriminations, being part Creole and having a mother who wasn’t white. He most likely killed off anyone who had bullied him. It is possible that Alastor will redeem himself by working with Charlie and the other protagonists to stand up against the Archangels, overlords, and/or Lucifer. They who claim that “demons deserve to die” or the overlords who wish to brainwash the populace in Hell would face Alastor’s wrath. The name Alastor means “spirit of vengeance/tormentor,” after a figure who wanted justice for familial issues. It could be good or bad (tormenting innocent people or tormenting evil people, both of which Alastor would relish in.)The speaking/writing aspect could translate into him speaking in his radio broadcasts. The Aquarius symbol can represent water, electricity, or in his case, radio waves. Venus in Sagittarius

You are humorous, sociable and even a flirt. Outgoing and personable, you are very friendly and sometimes not too serious. There is a strong love of personal freedom in your nature that makes it a little hard for you to settle down to a restrictive sort of relationship. You feel more comfortable in a relationship when things go slowly, and your partner doesn't get too serious too fast. In fact, you would probably like it better if the relationship stayed casual, and pressures of serious love never emerged. Threats to your freedom make you very nervous. Deer need their freedom and Alastor is no exception. Throughout the show, we see him socializing and casually flirting with Charlie, Husk, and Vaggie with dramatic gestures, invasive physical touch and in Charlie’s case, dancing. He likely did the same thing with his companions as a human. His humorous side comes into play with his dad jokes and clown-like demeanor. Mars in Capricorn

You are hard-working, very determined. Since much of your energy is focused on your career, you have a tendency to become something of a workaholic. There is a drive to satisfy professional ambitions. This is likely to manifest with innate managerial skills and good old-fashioned common sense. You have strong material urges, but even stronger is the need to get status and recognition. To attain these ends, you use your energy in very practical and profitable ways. You have little use for laziness or a lack of ambition. Alastor is ambitious when it comes to getting what he wants, whether through charm or brutal force. He was likely a workaholic at his job as a radio host. In Hell, he conquered many parts of Hell, killing those who stood in his way “seemingly overnight.” His goal is to take over all of Hell and broadcast his victory, via overthrowing the king of Hell most likely. Not only does he enjoy the finer things in life and the afterlife, he also enjoys the recognition that comes with it, both admiration and fear from others.

Jupiter in Leo 

Jupiter is in Leo in your chart. This placement of Jupiter suggests optimism, self confidence and generosity. You have much physical energy and a strong constitution. You have a dramatic flair in showing off your status and prosperity; you're big on grandeur in all forms. Your dignified demeanor inspires confidence and produces excellent leadership qualities. You expect appreciation and admiration in return for your benevolence, and you may seem a little offended if you don't always get it.

Being one of the most flamboyant characters in the show, Alastor lives for drama and showing off. Broadcasting his killings and conquests, both as a human and demon gives him great joy and affirms his powerful position. He appears dignified in nearly any situation, not fazed by Sir. Pentious’ attack nor when Charlie refuses to make a deal with him. With Jupiter in Leo, one could say that “theater is his religion/worldview.”“The world is a stage, and the stage is world of entertainment.” Saturn in Scorpio 

Saturn in Scorpio adds much purpose and impatience to your nature. You demand much of yourself and of others. You approach responsibilities with an intensity of purpose that overwhelms people who won't carry their share of the load. You have terrific willpower and much energy. With your determination, it's hard to remain calm and reflective. Secretive and unforgiving, you resent it deeply when you are treated unfairly. Despite your strong drive for success, your approach is usually subtle and calculating.

Scorpio represents the supernatural, Saturn represents misery and death. With so much dark energy running through Alastor, it’s no surprise that he became known as the infamous Radio Demon. Alastor doesn’t like to be treated unfairly, both as a human and demon, and those who do would quickly meet their end. He does have a subtle approach to his plans, observing Charlie’s family portrait with great interest, summoning voodoo symbols when Charlie isn’t looking, watching Charlie sing on TV with fascination.He is demanding on Niffty, Husk, and Vaggie. He bribes Husk into greeting the guests and working at the stand with booze, summons Niffty to clean the hotel, and telling Vaggie to smile. “One never plans a murder out loud.” Uranus in Scorpio 

Many of your peers born during the years when Uranus was in Scorpio are apt to bring about massive and often disruptive changes. The seeds of revolution and instability may take root from within this group. Uranus in Scorpio tend to be rebels. Their determination and strong will keep them heads above anyone else. But it may not be obvious at first. Uranus in Scorpio is more of a dark horse that you don’t see coming until the last second. That’s when they pounce.Disruptive changes included the 1929 stock market crash, the Great Depression, war, Alastor’s murders and his death by a bullet through his head.

Neptune in Gemini 

Neptune in Gemini are in awe of the world and want to learn as much about it as possible. They are sociable and great communicators. But they and also be drawn into fantasy and illusion. They can also be taken advantage of if they’re not careful. Theory: this might explain Alastor creating illusions using his magic, as well as music, song, and dance, as Neptune rules the arts. Wanting to learn about the world could have been his desire as a child. He may have been taken advantage of in his human life, thus deciding to take advantage of others to make himself feel more secure.

Pluto in Gemini 

People during the Gilded Age between 1882 and 1914 were often optimistic, fashionable, sociable and arrogant (describing Alastor and how he was brought up by society).Things in the world seemed to be improving, getting people positive to the extreme. However, things were getting bad and there were cracks in the worldview. The rich and the poor, duality is associated with Gemini. Constantly immersing themselves in deeper and more intense experiences than ever before, they reshape their thinking patterns continuously, ever evolving, ever becoming better. Love and affection are also very beneficial to their state, as it points to them they are appreciated and that it’s worth it to have a bright outlook for the future.

What could Alastor’s ascendant be? 

Leo, Gemini, Capricorn, or Sagittarius Sun in Aquarius, Moon in Taurus The combination of your Sun and Moon signs produces a personality that people find easy to like and admire. This is not so much for what you do as it is for what you don't do. You’re never petty or small, and your appeal is to those in the higher as well as the lower rungs of society. You don't pester people with your worries and anxieties, but when others come to you, you drop everything to listen to their problems. You're interested in people, and like to be around them as an observer, but somehow maintaining a distance and not getting too involved individually. You rate people not on their position or rank, but simply on whether they interest you or not. You have a certain self-sufficiency about you, and you never feel that you have to put on airs to impress anyone. You have all it takes to be executive, except the desire that would be required. You seem to be devoid of any domineering or missionary spirit, willing to "live and let live." This combination blends the originality and independence of Aquarius, with the determination and powerful will of Taurus. These two fixed signs together give a will that is so strong that it may become obstinate and intransigent. Happiness can depend on assuring peacefulness and harmony in environment or home life, and in respect to human relationships. 

Sun opposed Jupiter 

The opposition of the Sun and Jupiter suggests an over-expanded ego. Jupiter deals with judgment, and with this aspect, the drive for significance is subject to being overemphasized. There is often a tendency toward extravagance and pretension. You can have too much optimism, and promise more than you can deliver. There is a continuous need to control urges to enter grandiose schemes and avoid ostentatious manners. The strength of this aspect lies in your ability to apply much charm to gain the approval of those you deal with in your daily affairs. There is often much talent and creativity associated with this aspect.

Sun trine Pluto 

The Sun in your chart is trine Pluto giving you a highly evolved power of concentration and will. You have a way of mobilizing your talents to reach your goals. You have many leadership abilities, but you may not be so interested in leadership. You focus instead on your personal agenda. You often display an attitude of righteous indignation toward those who bend the truth and take advantage of others. You are an extremely perceptive person. There is much investigative skill associated with this aspect, and your insight in human motivations can serve you well in fields of behavior sciences. You may not always agree with people, but you understand them very well. Moon opposed Uranus 

The Moon and Uranus form an opposition in your chart. This opposition suggests a conflict in your life regarding emotional matters. The Moon denotes emotions and Uranus produces unstable situations. Thus, you may be called on to deal with unpredictable emotions that may appear as nervous tension. It may require conscious effort on your part to maintain a responsible role in your domestic affairs.

Moon opposed Saturn 

The opposition between the Moon and Saturn suggests a negative mental attitude and often a restriction of the spontaneous flow of ideas. Intellectual responses are somewhat slowed. Even if you are very bright, the inability to express self in other than a prosaic manner often hides real mental abilities. Thus, you are more contemplative than conversational, but nonetheless a good listener. Venus conjunct Mars 

The conjunction between Venus and Mars shows a strong desire nature needing expression. You are the aggressor in relationships with the opposite sex, and you are ever eager and aggressive in making social contacts, as well. Artistic endeavors may be an active outlet for your hyperactive nature.

Moon square Mercury 

The square formed between the Moon and Mercury suggests conflict between your mind and your emotions. You have difficulties making reasonable judgments because your feelings get in the way. Irrational decisions place you at odds with people sometimes, and you have the feeling that you're being treated unfairly when this may not be the case. You dwell on trivial personal matters and may have a real sense of insecurity.

Mercury square Uranus 

Mercury in a square aspect with Uranus speeds the perceptions, and quickens the intuitions. At times you can be erratic in your drive to be independent. Your speech can become sarcastic and brusque, and mental energies can be wasted in temperament. You love a battle of wits and will take the other side of just about any argument just for the fun of it.

Mercury trine Neptune 

The aspect between Mercury and Neptune suggests you're a practical idealist with an intuitive mind. Because your intuition is so highly developed, you understand what motivates others in their relationships with you. You have an artistic imagination and the skill to express it well. You can visualize objects or processes in your mind, much as though you were looking at a finished product. In this regard, your mind is very inspirational. You communicate effectively, and with a flair for dramatic delivery. 

Mercury square Saturn The square between Mercury and Saturn suggests mental restraint and strong ties to traditional ways of thinking. Mental processes are on the pessimistic side. You worry too much, often about unimportant details. You have much concern about succeeding or failing to succeed. Your education may have been rigidly disciplined and conforming to traditional doctrine. There is a tendency because of this, to uphold the established order and resist change. Numerology

A = 1

L = 3

A = 1

S = 1

T = 2

O = 6

R = 9

1 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 6 + 9 =23  

2 + 3 = 55 Destiny number 

http://astrology-numerology.com/num-birthname.html

The number 5 Destiny suggests that the direction of growth in your lifetime will be toward becoming a harbinger of change, freedom, and progressive thought and action. The number 5 Destiny potentially endows you with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You must develop in ways allowing you to do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is the constructive use of freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you must be the master of adaptability and change.As you mature, you must become good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this will give you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Whatever you do, you have the capacity to be clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.You must learn to accept changes as they come along and avoid clinging to the outdated. Avoid rebellion, and focus on enlightenment and progression thinking that will benefit mankind. You life is broadened by gaining an understanding and an appreciation of all kinds of people.The Destiny 5 will be welcome in many varied professional environments. The public sector is a natural for you because you must administer to all peoples. The media, advertising, promotion, publicity, all types of selling, and entertainment are all potential fields that may interest you. Settling on a single career may not be in the cards for you, as you are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests. Alastor: Jan 24 1896 Charlie: July 3 before 1830s Husk: age 60-75Died in 1970s1970-75 = 1895VA birthdate Dec 10 Dec 10 1895 Niffty: age 22Died in 1950s1950-22 = 1928 March 22 1928 Vaggie/Vagatha: died in 20142014 – 22 = 1992Voice actor birthdate May 10May 10 1992 Angel Dust/Anthony: died in his 30s 1947Voice actor birth date June 17 19951947 – 30 = 1917 June 17 1917

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Hazbin Hotel theory series

Theory 1: Archangel Vaggie

Vaggie remains in possession of a harpoon that can kill demons. The X over her eye is on her left eye, rather than her right, like the exterminators. Unlike many demons, Vaggie values respect and virtues. Perhaps there’s an underlying reason why she has these traits?

After Vagatha died in 2014, she became an exterminator, neither good nor evil. Due to her doing evil actions with good intentions, she was put to the test and sent to purge demons every year.

 But a certain demon princess caught her attention…the one demon she would not slay. For the two had fallen in love…but love comes with great costs.

But some people are willing to take the fall and brave exile, in the name of genuine feelings for a fellow friend.

  Vaggie, the lesbian moth demon, is Charlie’s best friend and the manager of the Happy Hotel. She is also Charlie’s current girlfriend. She arrived in Hell in 2014 and can speak Spanish. Vaggie has a strong hatred toward men, especially when they attempt to insult Charlie.

 Not much is known about her previous human life, but it’s implied that she likes punk rock music, and Latino music.

 This theory has been brought up before by fans. What if there’s more to Vaggie than meets the eye? If she’s a demon in Hell, why, then, would she have been an angel in the past (or have the potential to be one?)

  How did this theory come about? From similarities between Vaggie’s appearance and the looks of the exterminator angels, sent down to purge the citizens of Hell every year.

 First, there is the characteristic pink X over Vaggie’s left eye. One of the Exterminators seen in the trailer had an X over their left eye as well. A picture of an angel’s face also showed an X in place of one of their eyes.

 Second is Vaggie’s expertise with weapons, specifically the harpoon. Throughout the episode, she is shown holding a spear-like weapon that is capable of killing demons. The Exterminators use these weapons to “cleanse” or kill off the demons to keep the population at a set amount. Sometimes, these weapons are discarded, and are found by other demons to sell on the black market. In the opening introduction, white figures of the angels are shown holding spears similar to the harpoon Vaggie holds; a long weapon with a sharp curved blade at the top.

 It is also worth mentioning that when Vaggie warns Angel Dust about Alastor, her pink bow briefly takes on the shape of horns. The Exterminators themselves also have horns on their heads.

 But perhaps the most convincing point to this speculative theory is not Vaggie’s similar physical traits to the Exterminators. Perhaps it is her personality.

 Based on the wiki, Vaggie is described as “prudent and sensible,” more so than the other characters. She is often seen trying to keep Charlie out of trouble and making sure the hotel stays up and running. One example is when she tells Charlie to stay on topic during her interview and not to sing (though she doesn’t listen.) When a cameraman calls Charlie a “stupid bitch,” Vaggie punches him off a chair.

 Possessing a fiery temper, she confronts Angel Dust after his participation in the turf war against Sir Pentious. She is furious that Angel ruined Charlie’s reputation and that of the hotel. Though Charlie said he was “clean” for two weeks while spending time at the hotel, Angel then decided to resort to violence and drugs.

 Despite Alastor being powerful and intimidating, Vaggie doesn’t hesitate to point her weapon at him, while they’re at the hotel. He warns him not to harm Charlie and even insults him.

  The wiki also mentions that Vaggie has a wide knowledge about Hell, despite having been sent only recently. She knows about the Overlords and how dangerous Alastor is.

 Additionally, Vaggie cannot fly like the angels can but that doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be a possibility in her full demon form (which has not been revealed as of yet.)

 How does this relate back to the Exterminators?

 While not much is known about these dark angels sent to Hell, it is assumed that they came from Heaven (or were once part of it). They would hold up certain standards and values such as obeying rules, not participating in sinful acts (despite the irony of them killing demons) among others.

 Vaggie is distrustful of sinners and of men, especially. Unlike many carefree demons, she is practical and protective of those she cares about. In one scene, Vaggie protests against allowing alcohol in the hotel, saying that the hotel “is a place that (should) discourage sin.”

 However, Vaggie still displays some so called “demonic” traits such as swearing and a fiery temper.

  The question is, how would Vaggie know about how Hell works so fast? How would she know how the overlords rise in power and information about Alastor’s rampages? Unless someone else told her about all of it, it wouldn’t be likely for her to know all the specific details so easily. It is assumed that only demons in higher positions of power would know about these dark politics.

But if no one told her about it, then how did she gain that knowledge on her own?

 Perhaps this will be explained in a future episode…

 Or, maybe Vaggie got this intelligence from a higher source of power, a group who knows the ins and outs of Hell to keep the overcrowded population from becoming a threat. You guessed it…the Exterminators and the inhabitants of Heaven.

  Vaggie may have been an Exterminator in the past, just after her death. She may have died from suicide or homicide. In her human life, Vaggie may have wanted to get justice on abusers and evil individuals…but went about it in the wrong way (violence or murder). Thus, she didn’t go to Heaven but not to Hell yet. She was tested and briefly became an Exterminator, to cleanse evil “for the greater good.” (Exterminators may have been previous souls who were truly neutral or did bad things that they thought were the right things to do).  

 Vaggie soon became a fallen angel.

 How, then, was she sent down to Hell? Maybe she enjoyed killing sinners a little too much (or not enough to complete her tasks). Or, more likely, her temper tampered with her ability to focus. After all, even dark bringers of death have rules to follow. Fearing that Vaggie was a threat, they sent her down to Hell (burning off her wings) with only a weapon to defend herself.

 Now she faced the ultimate test…survival in her new afterlife. She did remember one part of her mission: to keep the demon/angel Charlie out of trouble…and help her with her destiny to redeem sinners, and themselves.

 For if Charlie convinces demons to be good, they might be redeemed and be sent to Heaven (or become Exterminators), thus reducing the population and making Hell less of a threat…

 Something that the king of Hell and the overlords would not approve of…

  Part 2: The Exterminators

The dark creepy hive-minded robotic angels of death are used to exterminate the citizens of Hell to not only reduce their population, but to also plant fear. They have silver weapons that can kill any demon, as well as humans. They were made creepy on purpose: to fight fear with fear. They are sent down once a year to purge the citizens at random.

The exterminators were divided into several groups: the Exterminators, the Death Dealer Archangels and the mechanical angels.

Some of the dark angels used to be regular deceased people who couldn’t make it to heaven, but weren’t evil enough for hell. They had done bad things in life but with good intentions (like stealing money for the poor or killing criminals). When they did make it after many years in limbo, they disobeyed orders and took advantage of their freedom. (There was plenty of food and riches in heaven, and they kept much of it for themselves). They fell from heaven and were sent to Earth and eventually, hell when they didn’t learn their lessons.

After they worked hard to redeem themselves in hell, they were sent back up to heaven. To prove their worth, their leaders gave them a test and mission. They were given special spear weapons made of silver, forged from the flames of the sun that could kill any demon and erase any soul. They were sent down to hell once a year to reduce hell’s population by purging citizens once a year.

The only way to be freed from their duties was for them to realize that even killing sinners isn’t right. That everyone should be given a second chance. They had disobeyed God, fell to Earth, then proved their innocence through prayer and being nice (or at least tolerant) to the demons. Giving them special weapons and a direct order was a way to test them: would they choose for themselves what is right, or be willing to obey their master even if what they were doing was considered “evil?” After all, when people and the divine alike possess power, they can become very different individuals.

 Regarding the second group (Known casually as Death Dealer Archangels), other more experienced exterminators were actually archangels, leaders of other angels. Unlike regular angels, they were able to take on the appearance of black bird-like creatures with wings while wearing LED masks to scare off demons. Their jobs were to punish sinners and plan the purges each year. Puriel, Kushiel, Teneluehus, Raguel, Wormwood, Jeheel, Zacheniel, Ababhar, and their leader, Abaddon were the oldest and most experienced at their jobs. In fact, each one of them led attacks of choir exterminators onto one of the nine circles of hell.

 For the third group, there were a few dark angels that were purely robotic. These were mostly used for tests and replacements if the dark angels couldn’t participate in the purge.

 Heaven viewed Lucifer and the larger hell population as a threat, as Lucifer had waged a previous war against them. To prevent the threat, the exterminator dark angels were hired/created.

 Part 3: Summary

Vaggie has to make a choice to decide her fate for her afterlife. She is trained to become an Exterminator due to her personality and expertise with weapons. She is sent with the other Angels of Death to purge the citizens of Hell once every year to reduce overpopulation and induce fear in the sinners. Along the way, she meets Charlie, the princess of Hell and falls in love. Unable to kill her or any other demons, Vaggie chooses to be with Charlie and disobeys the others. She falls from grace and lands in Hell in her current moth demon form. She is left with a harpoon weapon to defend herself and a mission. Her mission is now to spy on (mostly) Charlie and the other demons to try and get them to redeem themselves. (and also to ensure that the citizens don’t pose a threat to Heaven, God and the angels). Only when she is able to redeem herself, her girlfriend Charlie and other demons can she ascend to Heaven.

Vaggie trains with the other Exterminators, led by the destructive Samael/Kamael. Other well-known Exterminator members include Michael, Dumah, Munkar, Nakier, and Azrael.

Lucifer was formerly an Exterminator before he was banished from Heaven. The other Archangels have the ability to turn into their Exterminator forms at will.

  Exterminators (official members):

Samael (leader)

Michael (overseer)

Azrael (right hand man)

Abaddon (the destroyer)

Kushiel (punishment of those in Hell with fiery whip)

Dumah (punishes the wicked)

Munkar (tests the dead)

Nakier (tests the dead)

Iblis (formerly before his fall to hell)

Sarathiel

Phanuel (Penance)

Gabriel (God is my strength)

Lucifer (formerly before his fall to hell)

Vaggie (formerly before her fall to hell)

 The other Archangels can transform into Exterminators.

  Lucifer the light bearer, and fallen angel was banished from heaven and became the king of hell after several conquests. He has short blond hair, yellow eyes, red blushes on his cheeks and sharp fangs. He wears a white top hat with a snake and apple on the top and carries a staff with a red apple on top. He wears elegant clothes: a coat/trench coat of white and candy red. His former six wings were burned off after his fall.

 Metatron (Angel of the Presence) has long blond hair, white face, yellow eyes, and four white wings that sometimes glitter with rainbow light. As a leader of the others, his staff has a cornucopia of fruit on top. Skekinah is his counterpart and twin sister. He is the youngest of all the angels and is often God’s favorite along with Michael (Which contributed to Lucifer’s jealousy). Planet: Earth

 Ratziel (delight of God) has salt and pepper hair, dark wings, wears navy blue and mostly keeps to himself. He knows secrets that other angels don’t know and can see the past, present and future. Not even Lucifer’s threats made him reveal what the universe held but he warned Lucifer about the dark path he was going on. Logical and detached, he sided with God, Michael and the others. His staff has a tomato on it (tomato is often considered a vegetable so it’s a “hidden” fruit, just like how Ratziel remains in solitude a lot.) Planet: Uranus

 Tzaphqiel (contemplation of God) has long curly brown hair, white fiery wings, and has a robe made of gold. His staff has a cheery on top. Often joins battles and frequently uses his Exterminator form. Planet: Saturn

 Tzadkiel (Justice of God) often carries a balancing scale in his hands and other times a flaming torch or book. His hair is short and white, face is white with blushes, yellow eyes, and wears scholarly robes. His staff has grapes on top. Planet: Jupiter

 Kamael/Samael (severity of God) Archangel of Death who mostly appears in his Exterminator form. Lucifer was his rival. He carries a flaming sword and is an expert with weapons. In regular angel form, his hair is long and fiery red, and his face is white, eyes red and teeth are razor sharp. He wears a suit of black and red (color swap of Alastor’s). His wings are black and sometimes become fiery red in battle. His staff is bloodstained and has a bunch of raisins on top. He is the leader of the Exterminators and is credited with inventing the harpoon weapons capable of destroying demons. He is also greedy and strict and though he delights in power and tormenting sinners, he’s still loyal to God. Planet: Mars

 Raphael the healer Archangel has long brown hair, white skin with the blushes on his cheeks, yellow eyes, white wings, wears white robes with green vines and starry designs toward the center. Wears a golden laurel crown which emits sunlight and carries a scepter with an orange fruit design on the top. Can transform into an Exterminator at will. Maintains the order of the cosmos. He felt pity for Lucifer and was sad to see him banished. Planet: Sun/Mercury

 Haniel prince of love and harmony has long strawberry blond hair, white face with blushes, yellow eyes, wears a light blue gentleman’s suit and a matching top hat with a heart on it. He carries a staff shaped like a black paintbrush with a pink strawberry on the top. He avoids conflict at any cost and didn’t argue when Lucifer was banished. Like the other Archangels, he can turn into an Exterminator at will. Planet: Venus

 Zadkiel (righteousness of God) angel of freedom, benevolence and mercy. He has a white face with blushes, yellow eyes, white wings, and long brown hair. Besides elegant suits, he also wears robes and comfortable clothing for meditation. He and Raphael were the only ones who were truly sad to see Lucifer banished. Zadkiel often daydreams about universal peace, like Charlie but often gets stubborn and stuck in his ways. He carries a staff with a peach on top. Planet: Neptune

 Michael (protector of God) is frequently seen carrying a sword and Christian cross shield and wearing a gold battle helmet. He can turn into an Exterminator at will. Michael is often seen with either long blond hair (when calm) or short brown curly hair (in tense situations) depending on his mood. His face is white and eyes yellow like the other angels. His clothing varies as well but it’s most often formal suits, or battle armor. His staff is shaped like a sword with a blueberry on top. He was the one who defeated Lucifer with Excalibur which had broken Lucifer’s MorningStar weapon. He oversees most of the other angels, and is God’s lieutenant. Planet: Sun/Mercury

 Gabriel (strength of God) is one who argued the most with Lucifer and strongly supported God’s decision to create man in His own image. He can transform into an Exterminator at will. His face is white, his hair is curly and blond, eyes yellow. Often wears fancy human clothing and is a little eccentric. He carries a wheat shaped staff with a pear on top. Planet: Moon

 Sandalphon assists humanity directly and frequently travels between dimensions (and fights off rogue imps along the way.) He is short with a white face, his hair is curly and black and he wears plain earthly robes. His staff has a cranberry on top. Planet: Earth

   Azrael (Angel of Death) Often appears in Exterminator form. Carries a bloodstained staff with a pomegranate on top (pomegranate found in the underworld and associated with Hades/Pluto). His hair is long and black, wings black, his face white, teeth razor sharp. He carries a sickle. Very strict, greedy, and somewhat bloodthirsty like Lucifer. (Though he instantly saw Lucifer as an enemy and a sinner after he was banished). Planet: Pluto

 Azazel fallen angel, teacher of evil arts, joined with his ally Lucifer in the battle against Michael, Gabriel and the other angels and was banished to Hell with him. He has a white face with blushes, yellow eyes, sharp teeth and black spiky hair. He later became a demon overlord, lost his wings, and taught in schools and shady places. He still keeps his magical blackberry staff.

  Theory 2: Alastor the imp slave master

The imps have special access to the living world due to their ability to create portals. Imps were formerly humans who were mischief makers, not primarily evil or good. They are more connected to humans and Earth because they were flawed and unpredictable like humans were. In legend, imps were portrayed as lonely creatures in search of human attention. In other legends, “imps were often “bound” or contained in objects, summoned only when their masters had need of them.” (Could their souls/certain energy force be in Alastor’s staff?) Imps have also been portrayed as servants of the Fey and wizards. According to the wiki, “Imps are sometimes described to be fond of music and capable of being charmed into making a promise to aid and “do good” in that manner through music.” Additionally, Imps have abilities such as conjuring fire (portals made of fire), shapeshifting, sneaking around.

https://genies.fandom.com/wiki/Imp

Alastor persuades Tilla, Barbie Wire, Moxxie, Millie, and Blitzo to join him and to help “a poor sinner out.”

Moxxie is immediately distrustful of him, knowing that imps are considered the lowest of the low in society. He knows that with all the new powers comes a cost.

Millie is entranced (like Charlie) by Alastor’s charming nature and gentlemen demeanor. Barbie Wire and Tilla, the circus imps and Blitzo’s sisters, are given extra money to help with their acts and get noticed more by the other imps.

Loona is immediately turned away (albeit in a polite manner) as Alastor says her services would not be necessary. Too late do the imps realize that Alastor has a strong avoidance toward dogs. Loona is glad she doesn’t have to worry about it but through the drugs and haze, she still fears for the safety (and sanity) of Blitzo and his company family.

Blitzo is suspicious at first, until Alastor convinces him that he can help him achieve his musical dreams. He proves this by allowing him to sing and advertise his I.M.P. jingle to more people.

When they all eventually agree to his deal, they realize that they’ve been reeled in. Like eternal jury duty, thy can be summoned by Alastor any time he wants to. Most recently, they assisted him in destroying Sir Pentious’ blimp (feeling motivated by the destructive power flowing through them) and in the past, have helped him terrorize other towns. The imps do a good job at hiding the fact, but it still troubles them deeply.

Blitzo and Moxxie suggest they find the discarded angel’s weapons to try and kill him, while using Loona as a fear-inducing distraction. However, they know it will be next to impossible to achieve, especially now that the Radio Demon has plans of his own at the Hazbin Hotel…

 Theory 3: Vile Villains

Valentino, Velvet, and Vox, three powerful overlords who are seen together at the start of the episode. Could they have sinister goals in mind? Vox, Valentino and Velvet to try and brainwash the populace? (Battle to defeat the three V Villains)

Theory 4: Lucifer’s true reasoning

Lucifer doesn't want Charlie to proceed with the Happy Hotel because...he's afraid that she'll go to Heaven and leave him? Or if she finds out about Lucifer killing her people when he was an angel, she'd never forgive him. Or the fact that redeeming sinners would be against their family's legacy/tradition?

Theory 5: Alternate Realms

Alternate realities exist besides Heaven, Hell, and Earth? (Nirvanna, Summerland, Avalon, the Void, etc.)

Theory 6: Imp Rebels

The imps start an underground revolution against the demons?

Theory 7: Evil Niffty

Just because she’s cute and looks innocent, doesn’t mean she has no sinister goals in mind…

 Theory 8: Hidden Humans

Could the majority of demons have secret human forms that briefly appear when they do heroic deeds or when they become redeemed? Charlie may have to rebel against the potential antagonists (Velvet, Vox, and Valentino, the Exterminators, Niffty, and her father). Her father believes that Exterminators are a part of the agreement between him and God but Charlie doesn't see the sinners as villains, but victims. Being part demon, part angel, with human characteristics, she has a sixth sense if you will, that allows her to see things others do not. If the imps were formerly human, she might want to save them as well...