#like we do with our friends and family with hazbin

[minimanuke]

hes a weirdo S2

[deadghosy]

AND NOW….WHAT WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR…. PENGUIN! READER IN COURT.

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER pt.4

Prompt: after lute’s acting out and hell’s celebration. A court was ordered for the custody for you.

“We are here in court today to discuss the home and place that reader should be in” says sera as she eyes Lucifer and his daughter that’s beside him.

Charlie smiles at the thought of winning this time as she smiles at her father who seemed to be a nervous wreck. He is hair was messy but almost kept as he kept fidgeting with his hands.

“Okay let’s start,” she says as she pulls up some cards. “Please no definitions this time.” Sera says strictly. Charlie gulps as she pulls out another bunch of cards. “Okayyy..no defining..but I have kept record on how comfortable they are with the hotel and the residents” she says with a small smile as Lucifer glances at his daughter hoping she could change the seraphim’s mind.

“Do you have any proof of this suppose claim?” Sera says with a raised brow. “Why yes! I do and my dad also has some. Right dad?” Charlie says looking at Lucifer who jumped at the sudden spot light. “Uh- yeah, yeah. I have some proof and rebuttals.” Lucifer says sitting up correctly.

Sera and Emily look at each other as a ball rises into the room. The angels seem to look each other and watch the ball carefully. Charlie smiles ready to show them how you belong in hell with them, for family of course.

“Oh oh oh, I would love to watch this shit show.” Adam says pulling up popcorn out of nowhere as the ball in the court starts to play. Lute grabs two movie glasses to wear with him and herself.

*flashback*

You were sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s bed as he made you another duck toy as you woke up to smell pancakes beside you. You grabbed the pancake and ate them with a cute smile and squeak/quack. Angel busted in the ring leader’s door to grab you up and take you shopping as you got dressed.

Charlie and vaggie were talking downstairs as Lucifer was after Angel trying to pack up reader’s small little bag just incase there is trouble, like a small phone, small juice box, a rubber duck that turns into a monster to protect the penguin. And while type of stuff. Of course Angel rolled his eyes and took it for you as you two exit the hotel with vaggie and Charlie saying bad. You looked visibly happy as Lucifer gave one more goodbye kiss to your forehead.

*end of flashback*

The court chatters seeing such wholesome moments like that in hell. Adam rolls his eyes as lute basically breaks a mug beside her in anger seeing the angels nod and smile.

“How do we not know that you forced them to basically like that shit show of your hotel? You bride them with something?” Adam says rolling his eyes “Probably threaten them like the bastards you are.” Lute says as she glares longer at the two Morningstars.

The angels whisper gossiping about this. Charlie looks nervous as Lucifer looked as if he got sent to a death sentence. But Charlie then stood up with a nice compute looking around. “Don’t you ever think about what they want?! They’re our friend, heck even our family at most. PLEASEE…we just want them to be here with people they feel comfortable and loved around.”

“BLAH BLAH BLAH!” Someone says, ruining the soft moment as the court looks at Adam and lute who are scowling at the demon princess. “Why keep spitting these bullshit out your mouth and just admit that heaven is their rightful place? I mean, HAHA- they love me and plus they love the food here even better.” Adam says with a snarky smirk and lute smiling evilly.

Charlie’s demon form was slightly slipping from anger at adam’s words before lucifer had put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Adam, that is no way to talk to my daughter” Lucifer says with a scowl at Adam. Adam just smirks as lute was beside the first man throwing her middle up at him. “Ah please, you’re gods most hated thing to ever exist. Why let an ANGEL, who is supposed to be here, go live with you?”

Charlie opened her mouth to speak, “it was a rhetorical question.” Lute says with blunt venom. Charlie closed her mouth embarrassed. The court whispered and gossiped with a few nods as they did agree you were one of them that accidentally got sent to hell instead of heaven itself. 

Sera felt a heated stare from the devil himself, he kept his deranged look from the stress of this. The last time he had to be in court was when he got sent to his own kingdom.

“DONT you care Sera! They are just a person who can’t control who loves them! They love us…and maybe..you guys as well.” Charlie says as she hesitated on saying how you loved heaven as well. She stared around sera as well as sera closed her eyes not wanting to hear it. Emily glanced at the older seraphim uncomfortably.

Her first sentence made it feel like Deja vu in front of the whole court as Adam exclaimed, “HOLD ON HOW BITCH! You don’t get to sing in court ever! Plus.” He says smirking. “Of course they love us, we’re fucking heaven for crying out loud.” Sera sighs, “Adam, please no interrupting in court.” Adam scoffs sitting back down with lute who glares at Lucifer with full of hate. “Fuckin' bitch.” Adam grumbles under his breath.

Charlie growls under her breath to Adam as she pointed to Adam, “well, what do you have for claiming they even love heaven at all! What and where is your proof.” Adam smirks as lute flies, getting a presentation. “I’m glad you asked bitch, LUTE HIT IT!” “GREAT PLEASURE SIR!” Lute yells back smiling as she starts up the slideshow.

*flashback*

You were cuddled by Adam as he was hand feeding you some of your favorite chips flavor. You made a nice purr sound as you snuggled against Adam, adam’s tough facade faded as his eyes soften. “You like me right? You won’t leave me?” You nodded to Adam as you nuzzled your face in his pudgy body. Adam smiled and looked forward at the tv.

The next day was you and lute having a flying race. With your cute chubby penguin body, you couldn’t fly well. But lute just smiled and picked you up to her chest and starts to fly around heaven. You smiled as you quacked out how beautiful and exciting this felt to fly with someone you deem who you liked. You clearly liked the fresh and heaven air as lute put you to the ground to go get ice cream with you.

*end of flashback*

Adam smiles with a laugh as lute and fist bump at the presentation they made of you basically feeling cozy as heaven here. The angels awe and coo at adam’s part of the flashback as some clapped at the nice friendly encounter you had with lute in the second part.

The court whispers again as Emily and sera look at each other. Emily grabs onto sera’s hand as sera glances at Emily and her hand. And finally at the Morningstars who have a pleading smile as you are beside them playing with a train you. Sera lets out a deep breath and opened her mouth for the whole court to hear.

“The court has spoken. The rightful place the reader belongs in, is……”

CLIFF HANGERRRR💗

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Hazbin Hotel idea: Morningstar! Reader

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Platonic Hazbin Hotel x Reader, Yandere Hazbin Hotel

Reader's design

Link to part I

Haven't you ever wanted to transmigrate into the world of your favorite media? Of course you have! Otherwise, why would you even be here?

It's a story we've all seen before. Someone dies and wakes up in a new, exciting body, in a new, exciting world!

You've seen it all before. But you never thought it could actually happen to you.

There's a baby crying somewhere in the room.

You're staring up at nothing, the most gorgeous chandelier you've ever seen in your life hanging from an unfamiliar ceiling. It takes you a moment to realize it's actually a baby mobile.

What kind of rich freak buys something that elaborate for a baby? You're in a strange place, that's for sure.

The crying gets louder. You reach to cover your ears, only to stop dead in your tracks as you realize just how small you are.

No way...that baby...is it you?

[More under the cut]

So, this is really happening, huh? You've reincarnated (or something) into the body of some (assumedly very) wealthy family's baby.

This.

Fucking.

Rules.

You're no stranger to the transmigration trope, having read countless light novels and webcomics during your time on Earth. You know what to expect—a loving family, beautiful male leads, and more money than you could ever spend. Of course, you'll miss your old life and friends, but honestly, who could turn down a life like this? You were (re)born with a silver spoon, and you plan to take full advantage of it.

The crying gets even louder, and you realize that you're hungry. It's a different kind of hunger than you've ever felt before. It almost...doesn't feel human.

But that's silly, isn't it?

You've been born with a silver spoon, who could ask for more? You will yourself to stop crying, but it only gets louder and louder as the hunger grows.

The door opens, and the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen steps inside. Judging by her attire, she must be someone of high social standing. Is she your mother?

"Aw, hush now little one, Mommy's here," she says, picking you up and rocking you gently. The crying ceases almost immediately, leaving you feeling slightly irritated. How come this woman has more control over your body than you do? You don't have very long to stew in your irritation, however, as the woman pulls out a bottle from seemingly thin air, a dark red liquid gently sloshing around inside.

You're no expert, but you can say with 99% certainty that that isn't milk. You don't know what it is, honestly, but you do know that it's the most appetizing looking thing you've seen in your life.

The woman, your mother, places the bottle to your lips, and you lap it up greedily. "Hungry, are we?" She asks. You obviously don't respond. Even if you could, you're far too focused on drinking down every last drop of whatever is in that bottle to pay any attention to what she's saying.

Finally, your hunger satiated, you finish the bottle. Your mother poofs it out of existence, but you don't have time to think about the potential existence of magic before the door opens again.

"How is our little one?" A male voice (your father, most likely) asks. It sounds familiar, but you can't quite place it.

"They've got quite the healthy appetite," your mother responds, turning to show you to the man.

Your eyes grow as wide as saucers.

Lucifer...?

A/N: I'll write more of this if it gets popular. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist

[cryptidghostgirl]

Make You Wish Chapter Four -- Vox

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter? Correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,225

Previous Part: Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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A/N I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but it seems to have some rather excited fans so here is chapter four (and the fourth thing I'm publishing today. We're very done for the day. I am tried and have actual work to do.) Also guys, I'm screaming. I accidentally deleted the whole things right before I was gonna post it. Thankfully I had a draft from when it was almost done save but like, god that sucked.

On the screen was Vox, seated behind a desk.

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been how has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence." Vox was saying, a poorly drawn image of Alastor displayed on the screen to his left.

Y/n saw Alastor's ear twitch with irritation.

"Yeah." she sighed, folding her arms across her chest, "Vox has gone kinda crazy since you left. I told you, things got tough."

"Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program." Vox said through the TV, shuffling a stack of papers.

Alastor changed the channel with another flick of his finger.

"Hun, don't worry yourself with it." Y/n advised, "He's still gonna be there tomorrow."

The new channel showed a talk-show set up, Vox-2-Nite, where Vox was both host and guest.

"So, the old Radio Demon is back in town." host Vox was saying to himself as guest.

"Why is he hanging around?" guest Vox asked, taking a sip from a mug that had 'fuck Alastor' written on the side.

"Al." Y/n warned, sensing her friends irritation growing.

"What does that mean for your family?" Host Vox asked before Alastor changed the channel again.

Vox was on the screen again, before a bright red curtain.

"Well, handily, I've got good news." he was saying theatrically, "He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostel-"

Alastor changed the channel again. This time to one of Vox's mega church broadcasts. Vox stood in the center of the screen wearing a pope's hat with an inverted cross on it.

"But the demon is a coward!" he announced, his words matching the previous channels sentiments perfectly.

"Jesus, V." Y/n asked, eyes wide, "How many channels are you running this on?"

"You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I'm visual, he's barely audible."

"Y/n." Alastor hummed, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You wont mind if I handle this quickly. We can have our little chat after, I promise. It wont take more than a moment."

"I don't know, Al..." Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot slightly, "This isn't good for you, letting him get under your skin like this."

Alastor changed the channel again. A cooking show appeared and Vox was standing before the oven, singing along to the music playing in the background.

"But he should've stayed away! While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video!"

Vox on screen turned to the oven as he sang, opening it and pulling out a deer's head on a plate. Y/n bristled at the site, her horns growing just the tiniest bit longer, her teeth just the smallest bit sharper.

"And now his medium is getting bloody rare!"

"Al?" Y/n asked sharply.

"Yes, darling?"

"I lied." Y/n turned to face him, "He took this shit musical. Rip him a new one."

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, excitedly grabbing onto Moxxie's arm, "We're gonna get a show!"

Alastor's grin widened at Y/n's words, if that was even possible. He stuck his hand out to the side, his microphone materializing in his grasp.

"Lucky for me, I've got the best voice this side of the divide on my side." he noted, shooting Y/n a look.

Her eyes flashed red.

"You flatter me."

Alastor brought his microphone to his mouth, suddenly exceedingly calm. The imps present in the room watched in shock as his ears flattened along his head.

"Salutations, good to be back on the air!" he announced into the device, "Yes I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"

Vox's brow furrowed on the TV screen as he inched up close to the camera.

"What a dated voice." Vox shot back, clearly listening to Alastor's broadcast on the set of his cooking show.

"Instead of a clout chasing, mediocre, video podcast." Alastor continued, not showing any sign he had noticed the TV demon's insult, "Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?"

"Ignore his chirping!" Vox commanded from the TV.

Y/n laughed and, turning to face Alastor, realized the man held a hand out to her. With a smile, she took it and he spun her into his arms as he spoke. The music echoed through the office as Alastor raised the volume on the TV once again.

"Every day he's got a new format."

Alastor spun Y/n back out again as the pair began dancing.

"You're looking at the future!" Vox yelled back, "He's the shit that comes before that!"

As Alastor spun Y/n back into his arms, she laid one of her hands on top of his holding the microphone and pulled it closer to her face.

"Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support?" she sang in a clear voice, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie's eyes widening with recognition at the sound, "He'd be powerless without the other Vees."

"That's true!" Alastor noted, pulling the microphone back to himself as Y/n let go of his hand and he spun her back out again.

"It can't be..." Moxxie muttered under his breath.

"Holy shit!" Millie cut him off, excitement creeping into her voice, "There's no way, Y/n is the guest star?"

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Blitzo asked, turning to Millie and Moxxie as they watched the couple continue to dance.

"Well, Sir," Moxxie began, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, "back before the Radio Demon went missing, he used to bring guests onto the show on occasion. There was one guest he never named during his broadcasts however. She mostly just sang songs and chatted with him but, she sounded an awful lot like Y/n did just now."

"You don't say." Blitzo hummed, his arms crossed as he turned back to Y/n and Alastor, "So much for little miss 'oh, my life has been so boring. You'd probably just fall asleep if I started talking about it!' She is so gonna get it later."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hand and leaned into the microphone, beginning to sing as well, using the music emanating from the TV as a base.

"And here's the sugar on the cream: he asked me to join his team!"

"Hold on!" Vox yelled.

"I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" Alastor finished, ignoring the demon once again.

"You old timey prick!" Vox exclaimed, his face glitching slightly as Y/n wandered back over to Alastor.

She leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tilting her head to the side in amusement as they watched Vox struggle.

"I'll show you suffering!"

"Aww, the TV is buffering." Y/n said, leaning into the microphone, her voice dripping with sickly sweet pity.

"I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u" Vox exclaimed as his technical difficulties seemed to grow worse.

Alastor and Y/n exchanged a wicked pair of smiles as the TV flickered out. Shadows crept from the edges of the room, encircling their feet. Alastor held an arm out to Y/n once again which she took with a smile. In a flash of darkness, they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Loona asked, stalking into the room.

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Next Part -> Chapter Five -- The Conversation

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Twelve

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twelve: Preparing for Battle

Summary: The Hotel trains to fight angels, and (Y/N) goes on a shopping trip with Rosie and Alastor.

            (Y/N) spun the spear around in their hands, letting themself feel the balance. They felt at home with it, ready to defend their friends against the angels that would be arriving tomorrow to try to destroy their souls. Narrowing their eyes, (Y/N) let their briars take the weapon from them. They refused to let the exorcists win. (Y/N) had trained as hard as they could for this—the fight to have an afterlife, to have an existence, to have a family.

            “Well, it seems everyone is coming along nicely,” said Rosie, overseeing her cannibals with approval. She herself would be leaving before the battle to protect more of her people in case the exorcists came for Cannibal Town at all, but she was there to help at the hotel for now.

            “Do you think we have a fighting chance?” said (Y/N), glancing at her.

            “Oh, yes,” said Rosie, grinning sharply. “If anyone can tear these angels apart, it is this group.”

            (Y/N) stood a little taller at that. “I’m ready to fight.”

            Rosie patted them on the shoulder. “Of course you are, sweetheart]! However…” Rosie raised a brow and looked at (Y/N)’s overalls. “Are you sure you wish to go into battle in that?”

            “My clothes?” asked (Y/N) in confusion.

            “Sweetheart, you’re about to be in the greatest fight or your life and afterlife,” said Rosie. “I just know that upstart Vox will be filming everything, and, of course, if you’re going to fight, you should look good doing it.” She pulled (Y/N) to her side. “We’re getting you new clothes.”

            “Is now really the time?” said (Y/N), looking around at everyone training.

            “Certainly,” said Rosie. “Come along, sweetheart. If we’re going into battle, we do it in style! Right, Alastor?”

            He was instantly by his (best and only) friend’s side. “It wouldn’t be a good show without style.”

            “I can’t believe you haven’t taken (Y/N) to our tailor yet,” tsked Rosie as she, (Y/N), and Alastor walked into the city.

            (Y/N) liked walking between them. Alastor was…interesting (intimidating), but they didn’t really mind him, and Rosie was possibly the nicest and warmest woman (Y/N) had ever met. Going shopping was a strange turn of events given the circumstances, but (Y/N) wasn’t opposed since they felt comfortable in their own skin with people for the first time in their life. They were going to explore who they were—clothes, magic, and all.

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            “Here we are!” said Rosie, guiding (Y/N) into a tailor shop. “This is the perfect place for new clothes. Alastor and I have been patrons of this shop since we arrived in Hell, haven’t we?”

            (Y/N) could have told them that. When they had walked in with the two overlords, the other customers had run out in fear, and the workers had immediately stood at the ready to assist them. Luckily, several seemed pleased to have the clientele, so not every experience with Rosie or Alastor had been bad. Unsurprisingly, they could be classy when going about their business.

            “Of course. They have a classier style than some of the modern…attire—” Alastor spoke as if he was calling it trash “—you find around these parts.”

            “It looks expensive,” said (Y/N), looking around at the lovely outfits, yes, but also well-made (which mean they cost money).

            “Auntie Rosie is treating you,” said Rosie proudly. “And if I don’t want to cover everything, I’ll just ask Alastor.” She winked. As his best friend, she could get away with that.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Alright.”

            “Then let’s begin!” Rosie became businesslike. As an Overlord and talented businesswoman, she took presentation seriously, and she was not about to let (Y/N)’s new, made-in-Hell clothes be anything less than excellent. “Alastor, what colors are we thinking?”

            “Red, of course,” said Alastor.

            Rosie nodded approvingly. “Bold, hellish, and it will harmonize with our outfits.”

            (Y/N) had a (pleasant) feeling that they were going to be going around with Rosie and Alastor far more often.

            “Can we get their measurements?” said Alastor, looking at a worker. It was not a request.

            The tailor walked up with his measuring tape, and (Y/N) frowned, stepping back.

            “I, uh, I don’t like to be touched,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms in an instinctive attempt to self-soothe.

            Rosie’s gaze softened. “Would you be comfortable with me doing your measurements, sweetheart?”

            (Y/N) looked at Rosie and gazed into her eyes. For a moment, they didn’t speak. Then, they nodded. (Y/N) would take a chance and trust Rosie—warm and comforting Rosie. They were sure she had her dark side—she was a cannibalistic overlord, after all—but (Y/N) didn’t really care about that. Other parts of who people were felt more important to them. Like Rosie being kind to them. Rosie being respectful.

            “Thank you, sweetheart,” said Rosie, taking the measuring tape from the worker. “Now, just stand still.” She stepped closer and held the measuring tape across (Y/N)’s shoulders, beginning the measurements. “Alastor, what are your opinions on style? (Y/N), your opinions are valid, too. Speak up if you have any ideas.”

            “I don’t like modern clothes,” said Alastor. “I think the style should be more timeless instead of cheap and temporarily ‘trendy’.”

            (Y/N) would have nodded in agreement, but Rosie was measuring their neck, so they decided to speak. “I want to feel put-together. Like I’m strong and I’m here to stay. I don’t want to be overlooked or considered a weak kid who has no idea what they’re doing, anymore.”

            Rosie and Alastor’s grins sharpened. As (Y/N) spoke, they grew more impassioned, their hidden feelings and thoughts that had undoubtedly led to the incident that sent them to Hell coming through. Rosie and Alastor respected that fire.

            “Oh, don’t worry,” said Alastor. “No one is going to say my protégé is weak if I have a say in it.”

            “Sweetheart, it’s time for you to really show Hell and Heaven who you are,” said Rosie, cupping (Y/N)’s cheek.

            “Now, smile!” said Alastor. “No matter what outfit you wear, you’re never fully dressed without one.”

            (Y/N) grinned.

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            “Where the hell were you?” said Vaggie, hands on her hips when (Y/N) and Alastor returned to the hotel (Rosie had headed back to Cannibal Town).

            “Shopping,” said Alastor, his shadows holding up the bags.

            “You went shopping at a time like this?” said Vaggie.

            “I can’t let my protégé go into battle wearing those,” said Alastor, gesturing to (Y/N)’s overalls.

            (Y/N) shrugged and looked at Vaggie. “Rosie insisted.”

            Vaggie sighed. “Alright, alright. Come on, Charlie has a speech.”

            “Very Charlie-like,” said (Y/N), laughing and walking over to the gathering crowd.

            “Alastor, (Y/N), you’re back! Great timing!” said Charlie, not questioning their absence for a moment. “Hey, uh, Alastor, could I borrow your microphone again? I want to make sure everyone can hear me.” Alastor tossed the microphone to her, and Charlie grinned. “Thank you!” She walked on stage and looked out over the crowd.

            “I want to thank everyone for coming,” she began, smiling out at her people. “Even people who aren’t staying here yet…Cherri.”

            “Look, I can’t resist a fight, okay?” said Cherri, grinning. “Especially when I get to tag team with this fuckhead.” She hugged Angel.

            Charlie smiled and addressed the crowd at large again. “Tomorrow, the exorcist angels will face a Hell ready to defend itself and win!”

            “Yeah! Yeah, we will, tell ‘em baby!” cheered Vaggie.

            (Y/N) grinned. They were ready to fight for their home.

            “Yes! And we are-we are going to win!” declared Charlie. She coughed. “But, in case we don’t…I want you all to know that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life. Whatever redemption really means…I know you all tried. I have seen the good in all of you.”

            (Y/N) wasn’t too sure about going to Heaven if they were alright with killing sinners’ souls for sport, but they couldn’t help a smile at Charlie’s words. Becoming a better person was good.

            “And it’s…I’m just…I love you all so much,” said Charlie. “And…and live tonight however you want because—”

            “We’re all going to die!” Niffty cackled excitedly.

            Everyone stared at her.

            “Alright, let’s give it up for not dying!” said Vaggie, attempting to salvage the situation. “Love not dying.” She coughed. “Drinks?”

            That was an idea everyone could get behind.

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            (Y/N) held their drink and smiled at the family they’d found. They were in Hell, yes, punished just like the…people on Earth had always told them they’d be. But they were happy. They were living how they wanted, and no one was judging them. They were accepted. In Hell, in the Hazbin Hotel, (Y/N) was home.

            “I mean, personally, I’m excited. It’s been a long time since I’ve stabbed someone and really meant it, you know what I mean?” said Vaggie, and the group laughed.

            “I’m excited to get to really see what I can do with my magic, really go all out, you know?” said (Y/N) excitedly, the roses on their head doubling and blooming wide.

            “Cheers, bitches!” said Cherri.

            “Yeah,” laughed Husk.

            “Here’s to us,” said Angel, clinking his glass with Husk’s.

            “Here’s to being alive today and not dying tomorrow!” declared Pentious.

            Everyone cheered and raised their glasses together—a family coming together.

            Above them, Alastor leaned on the banister of the stairs and regarded them from afar. “Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It’s been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection.” He leaned his head on his hand. “Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?”

            “I really like them, Alastor,” said Niffty. “They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!”

            Alastor chuckled. “Ah, an enjoyable collective.”

            Niffty nodded vigorously. “(Y/N) even made me a stage and set!”

            Alastor’s familiarly manipulative grin morphed to a far different smile. His eyes landed on (Y/N) below. “I admit one could get accustomed.” However, as much as (Y/N) was Alastor’s protégé, he refused to think of anything else. Vulnerability would only get him into trouble. Alastor refused to lose any chance he had at power and freedom to sentiment. He couldn’t afford to.

            (Y/N) noticed him and waved.

            Alastor couldn’t help but smile slightly wider in response.

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Pulling a favor

Been watching Hazbin Hotel, really enjoying it so far. Time to mix my obsessions together cause that's what we do here, ain't it?

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"Okay, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven I wont be able to go with you. Will you be okay?"

Charlie takes Lucifer's hand into hers, "I'll be fine."

Lucifer places his other hand on hers, "That's my girl". He steps back, a look of pride on his face before sighing, "Good luck, kiddo." His magic flares from the ground, taking him away in a swirl of power before he steps out into a room full of his rubber ducks. Flopping down into a pile of ducks reveals a throne like chair that he slowly sinks into. "What should I do? Heaven's never going to listen to her... but maybe... YES! Where is it?" He begins digging through the multitude of ducks before pulling out a scroll with a note, 'One Favor-open when shit hits the fan'.

With a flourish he breaks the seal on the scroll, tossing it into the air as it bursts into an acid green flame and grows larger and larger until it's nearly 6ft tall, Lucifer lowers his head: not quite a bow but somewhat respectful, "King Pariah, I have a request, I have need of-"

"Uuuuh," a voice most definitely not King Pariah spoke, "I don't know who you are but Pariah's long gone."

Lucifer looks up to see the flames displacing a human boy sitting at a table eating food with his family. "Someone... Someone defeated the Infinite King?"

"Who is it sweetie? One of your ghost friends," The mother asks as the boy stands up, grasping the 'frame' of the green fire. "Isn't Pariah the ghost that stole our town?"

"Yeah mom, I'm not sure who this is so I'll just take this into another room."

"Alright Danno, I'll save you some meatloaf," the massive man who was obviously the boys father.

Lucifer's mind was going a million mile an hour, 'The Infinite King was defeated... The scroll opened to this human boy... This boy defeated Pariah Dark in single combat... HOW?! Human's are so squishy.'

The boy released the flame to float in front of him, "So why were you trying to contact king edgelord?"

"I am... sorry... but who are you?"

"Ah... so you're not a ghost," The boy asks, tilting his head before a ring of pure white light travels over his body transforming him; hair whiter than the holy light, eyes as green as the flame he spoke into, a cloak of stars that continued for what seemed forever over a black and white hazmat suit with a crown of aurora over his head. "My name is Phantom, Pariah tried to take what was mine and I had to put him back where he came from but I suppose you've already pieced that together..." Phantom gestures to introduce himself.

"Yes sir, I have, I am Lucifer of the Morningstar."

"The archangel?"

"Yes, that's... usually not the first guess people go with, I'm also the leader of Hell. I had used this scroll to ask a favor of the Infinite King. My daughter, Charlie, is going to Heaven to meet with the other angels about this plan she has to save the sinners from being slaughtered by the angel exterminators."

"Slaughtered? Aren't they already dead?"

"Normally yes but the angel's weapons can completely destroy the sinner's soul when they're exterminated."

Phantom stills from messing with his cloak, his face stony and shadowy as the lights in the room begin to flicker, "Their souls are destroyed?"

Lucifer feels something he's not felt in a long time creep up his spine, "Yes sir, I was hoping to ask for a favor to protect Charlie while she's up there. They can easily kill her, I'll happily agree to make a deal with you for it."

"No," Phantom says, cutting Lucifer off.

"Ah... I see, thank you for your time," Lucifer goes to cut off the flame video.

"I mean 'No' to the deal. I'll help you but not for a deal, I'd also like to have a word with these angels as well"

"Oh thank you, Phantom! Do I need to bring you here?"

"No need, one second," Phantom leans away from the flame, "Can you guys put my food up?! I've got some duties to take care of love you!"

"Can do, Danno!"

"Love you, sweetie!"

"Right, step away from the flame please." Lucifer does so and Phantom steps through flame with a ripple. Once he's through the flame poofs out of existence. "Nice place, love the... ducks?"

"Ah yes, they're a project of mine..."

"Well, I've seen weirder obsessions. Now what's this about destroying souls?"

"Right, let me explain while I set up the meeting with the angels for Charlie.

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Danny had never heard of such bullshit in his unlife and he worked with the observants for ancient's sake! He steps out of the portal provided by Lucifer, switching to his human form, to the so called Pearly Gates with some Suburbia Ken standing at a podium.

"Welcome to Heaven! May I please know your name?"

"Danny Fenton."

"Right let's see; Dan, Danielle, Ah yes, Daniel Fenton. Oh goodness, you've been dead for some time, why are you just now getting into Heaven?"

"Traffic?"

"..." The angel stands in silence then bursts into a smile, "Well regardless, welcome to heaven!" He throws open the gates and Danny steps inside, his nose twitching at the lack of anything. His eyes lock onto the tallest tower and makes his way to it, the elevator inside playing harps and lyres for elevator music. As he gets closer to his destination he can hear the angels and Charlie musically their debate.

"Ancients I hate Musical dimensions," He says as the elevator comes to a slowing stop. "Showtime," Danny smiles as his transformation takes place, the holy lights in the elevator dimming and flickering.

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Sera looks to Charlie, "I'm sorry, the court finds that the souls in Hell can not be redeemed."

Adam is all smiles at this point, "Ohhohoho YES! I win. Suck it! You better save the day c*&ts because we're coming to your hotel first."

"Are you now?" a male voice asks from behind him, grabbing his hand as he and crushing it in his grip.

"Ah fuck, my hand! Who the fuck are you," Adam screams as the courtroom fills with the inky void of space and Phantom fades into view.

Sera looks down on Phantom and then do his crown, "What are you doing here, Phantom? You have no right to be in this court!"

"No RIGHT?! Do you know what this bastard's doing?! I have every right to be here." Phantom tosses Adam easily to the ground. "You're destroying souls!!"

Adam gets up and summons a sword and swings at Phantom with it scream, "What's it to you freak-show?! Who cares what happens those piss bastard sinners?!"

"Sinners huh? Then why are you here?" Phantom turns frigid as a chain of ice appears on Adam's neck, the end in Phantom's hand. He yanks it tightly, pulling Adam to the floor. "Mister First Sinner. How could you get into heaven?"

The other angels in the court whispering, asking the same question.

"How are you doing that?!"

"None of your business. I was hoping Lucifer's daughter would be able to talk some sense into the lot of you but it seems there's just to many rotten apples up here. Let me fix that." Phantom steps onto Adam's back, grabbing his wings and ripping them off in a quick pull, filling the court with his screams. Lute tries to come to his aid but is slammed into the ground by the inky blackness.

"Phantom that is enough," Sera shouts down to him as she flashes down to the floor, "Why are you here? How did you know know this meeting was taking place?" Phantom glances at Charlie, still holding Vaggie, causing Sera to sigh, "Of course it was Lucifer..."

"I'll freely admit he asked me to be here to watch after here but it became so much more when I found out what this asshole's been doing."

"He did what he had to do, the demons were going to rebel and we had to protect our own souls. They need to be kept in line!"

"There is no their souls or your souls. You are disrupting the balance, if you kill the soul there's going to be issues with the mortal worlds and if the mortal world goes so do yours. You were so worried about the demons attacking you? You keep destroying souls and all you're going to have to worry about is me."

"Are you threatening Heaven, Infinite King?"

The wings in Phantoms hands turn to ice and shatter into billions of pieces, "I don't make threats, Sera, I make promises." Phantom treads over to Charlie and Vaggie, thrusting his hand out and portal much like a blackhole opens up, "Come along you two." They simply step through with him as the court of angels burst into a cacophony of angelic shouts of alarm and outrage.

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You know there's actually something I really appreciate with how Lucifer is depicted in Hazbin.

Everyone thought he was gonna be this intimidating king who crushes Charlie's dreams. We all thought he was gonna be a sadistic rebel or something.

Instead, Lucifer is just a brokenhearted dreamer who's heart is too big for his own good. Just like Charlie

He wasnt a "rebel", he wasn't "evil", he didn't want to harm anyone. He just wanted to share the beauty of being truly alive with mankind, and he was cast out. He was cast away because the angels feared what they couldn't understand.

When Charlie tried explaining to her father her dream, he said everything he could to discourage her not because he didn't believe in her but he really just wanted to protect her from the soul crushing rejection he experienced. He was afraid for her

And there's something so painfully realistic about that fear.

As someone who's grown up in the church, and who's parents eventually became the pastors of the church they grew up in, I cannot tell you how terrifying the idea of being rejected by those you love is.

All of the most important people in my life are at this church. They paid for my Sweet 16. They were there when my grandparents died and my parents had to go on emergency trips to Costa Rica. They were there when our house got flooded and my family was homeless for 3 months. They threw my parents their 50th birthday parties. They went to my brothers highschool graduation. They went to mine. I'm grateful they're in my life.

But being the type of person I am, someone who isn't afraid of interacting and being friends with those the church deems as "dirty sinners", someone who would charge headfirst into spaces most "good Christians" would be too afraid of touching with a stick, I'm terrified of what I think is the inevitable future.

I've always know I wasn't meant for ministry like everyone expects I should be. I'm not meant to work in exclusively "Christian" spaces, and I have no desire to. My parents keep trying to tell me to use my career for Christian specific projects and I know that's not my purpose in life. They would never say it but I can see it on their faces that they fear I'm gonna "stray from the path of God" for pursing the career I've dreamed of since I was a kid.

How do I begin to explain to them that this is God's path for me? I know it is with all my heart. One day I'm gonna move out and fulfill my purpose in life and ultimately be rejected by the people who I consider my family?

I know there will be people in my life who will never understand who I'm meant to be, and my heart breaks thinking about it because I don't want them to be afraid of me. I haven't "changed", I'm just finally who I was always meant to become. I know there are gonna be people who think I've sold myself to "the world" or something, how do I make them understand?

Luficer says: "Heaven never listens. They didnt listen to me..." and my heart clenches

Charlie says he cant know that and Luficer says with tears in eyes: "I DO" and my own eyes fill with tears

Lucifer sings: "My dreams were too hard to defend" and I feel that deep in my own soul.

Some of us were meant to be rejected for what we're meant to do, and rejection is the biggest fear of every kid who's grown up in the church.

Hazbin isn't perfect, I will never claim it is, but GOD is this depiction of Lucifer something special. What other character can perfectly show what kids who grew up in the church feel?

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Something I notice with a lot of Chaggie fics. Or any Vaggie centric fics.

- heaven bad

- Vaggie and Lute are enemy’s or at the very least not friends from the very beginning

- exorcists are militaristic and cold

- Vaggie never liked being an exorcist

-Vaggie Carmine AU

All valid

And some fics contain more aspects than others-

But consider this.

Imagine if heaven was fun.

Imagine if people loved being there. Exorcists were like a family together and Lute and Vaggie were lovers/friends.

Could you imagine the pain of Vaggie losing people she actually cared about???

Imagine her losing her wings not because of a lifelong rivalry but because she herself ruined their relationship in heaven and pushed a girl she loved and cared for too far.

Imagine a family cultivated through the shard trauma of trying to aim for the top. Imagine the loneliness every exorcist has to deal with knowing they can’t talk to anyone but their sisters. Knowing that the only attention and praise they get from an authority figure is through their kills.

Imagine Lute being pushed aside time and again because her overachievement over the years has become her baseline and to her superior she just isn’t gifted anymore. Imagine her watching and training every new exorcist knowing that she is creating the very girl who will steal even more attention from her sisters and most of all from herself.

Imagine the only love an exorcist truly gets is from their flock. Imagine how if you lived in an environment where the only life you have ever known is the struggle of loving your family but hating how much better than you they are but being proud of their accomplishments all the same. Imagine how living in a toxic environment all your life makes you blind to them ever being toxic to begin with.

Imagine Vaggie loving being an exorcist playing games and killing sinners with her friends. Imagine the guilt she now holds with Charlie knowing that she never held back. That not only did she take her girlfriend’s peoples lives. But she laughed and played while doing it.

Her spending every night regretting what she’s lost but not the actions taken to get her there?

Her having people she actually considered sisters and later having to kill them. Imagine her being forced to watch as people who took care of her wings, Who brushed her hair, Who she truly loved and thought loved her in return, be eaten right in front of her as she mourns her loss of them a second time.

Imagine archangels 👀

Imagine Vaggie Carmine AU (THIS IS PERFECT AND WE ARE NOT TOUCHING IT)

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Here is a link to my ongoing fic “Soaring with the Angels” I try to update every Saturday! There are 9 chapters out now.

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THERE'S A HOLE THAT YOU FILL

Genre: Drama

Summary: Darcy is a dreamer and his friends support it but his family is against it. His father wants to crush his dreams.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Part 1 | Part 2

A young boy was walking to the bridge looking down at the river he turned around and saw his friends standing there  looking at him "Darcy... don't do this...we can report your father's abuse to you just don't take your life" Darcy's friend said to him. Darcy just smiled at his friends.

Seren shouted in concern, "Darcy! Step away from that edge. You don't have to go through this."

"that's right, we're here for you" Leora said in a softer tone. Darcy spoke, his voice almost breaking "thank you for your concern, I will forever cherish our friendship."

Seren and Leora tried to approach him. He was just one step away from falling. As the two got closer, Darcy took one final step. "Damn it!" Seren ran to catch him. Seren caught him by the collar of his shirt. Despite Seren's effort, Darcy still fell into the river. Darcy isn't known for his ability to swim, so he almost immediately sank. Aurora went after him. She swam ashore while carrying Darcy.

Darcy coughs and breathes heavily, looking at Aurora. His eyes were wide filled with anger "Why... Why did you save me!?" Darcy screeched and banged his hand on the ground. Aurora looked at him worriedly. Darcy has tears in his eyes, he was a mess-- wet clothes, wet hair, and his eyes vividly red due to the constant stinging pain of his tears, as it falls down to his cheeks. Darcy's eyesight started to blur due to the flooding of his tears.

Seren ran towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against the wall. "SEREN!" Leora and Aurora yelled at him "What the fuck are you thinking jumping of the bridge again!! Don't you value your life at least a little?! Don't you value us, your friends?!" He growled as he repeatedly slammed Darcy against the wall. Darcy was surprised by Seren's outburst. Darcy's heart sank when he heard Seren's words. He was starting to regret his actions but the feeling of hopelessness still remained inside him.

Darcy and his friends heard a car come to a stop. He was taken aback by the fact that his older brother was present. "'Darcy... and companions'". The final moment was bittersweet for Darcy's brother. Seren, Leora, and Aurora scolded Darcy's older brother.

"What are you doing here Calhoun?" Leora said, crossed her arms and squinted her eyes Calhoun looked at Leora "Well I just need my dreamer little brother" Calhoun hissed at Leora before walking towards Darcy just as Seren let go of Darcy. 

Calhoun looked at Darcy as he cups Darcy's chin "Father was right Darcy you should let go of your stupid dreams" Calhoun hissed again and tightly squeezed his cheeks. Calhoun released his grip on Darcy's face, revealing a mischievous smile. 'Oh, DarDar, you didn't call me Cally anymore' Calhoun smirked, ruffled Darcy's hair, and walked back to the car. "Now come on Darcy, our father is waiting for you...at home" Calhoun's tone was dark as he opened the passenger seat for Darcy as Seren, Aurora and Leora just standing no idea what to do.

"Goodbye Darcy, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Aurora waved goodbye to him. Darcy got into the car while Calhoun got into the driver's seat. As the car started its engine, Calhoun started to drive Darcy looked at his friends looking worried and he felt something bad was about to happen like always.

"Did our father instruct you to separate from your friends?" Calhoun criticized Darcy, and Darcy perceived an unusual and gloomy atmosphere around him, so he remained silent.

As they arrived at the mansion, Calhoun and Darcy saw their father waiting for them. "Darcy... I've been waiting for you" The tone was disliked and aggressive, Darcy just remained silent. "Calhoun you can go now, I will teach this son of a..bitch a lesson" Darcy's father stood up and wrapped the belt tightly around his fingers. As Darcy retreated, he was halted by the wall. He glanced at his father. The portrait of Lucifer falling from the heavens hangs on the wall as Darcy's cries and pain are audible.

Calhoun and his brothers heard Darcy's punishment. One of the brothers asked, 'Should we help him this time? His scars and bruises are getting worse. If our mother discovers this, Calhoun will be punished as well" Calhoun sits in his study and continues his work, completely ignoring his second oldest brother. He sighed and glanced at his brother.

"Ariticus, we shouldn't provide any assistance to him. Disobeying our father's rules is unfair. Calhoun answered and stood up. He headed towards the long window and observed the family portrait. Ariticus let out a frustrated sigh and let Calhoun contemplate his own actions.

In the family portrait, Calhoun's mother was shown smiling with gentleness, a beautiful face, gorgeous blonde hair, and blue eyes like diamonds, as she carried Darcy asleep in her arms. Calhoun paused to breathe and glanced at the nightstand, one of his brothers, and Darcy held a duck plushie all the time.

At Darcy's room...

The maid was attempting to be gentle and repair his bruises while Darcy cried uncontrollably when his father punished him. 'It's okay, my sweetheart. It's gonna be okay,' the maid consoled and wiped Darcy's tears. The maid caressed Darcy's hair and hummed a lullaby as he cried in her lap, and he felt safe around the maid like his mother singing it for him when he was a child.

While she was on her lap, Darcy fell asleep and the maid wrapped him in blankets before giving him a kiss on his forehead and the maid left Darcy's room and continued her work.

Darcy had an item of his mother's pendant that was slightly glowing, but it faded out. His eyes were wide and shocked, he sprang up quickly and breathed heavily, despite his red eye color.

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Hazbin Hotel Live Blog: Hello Rosie

I’ve realized that I spent a long time belaboring the accomplishments of other writers, but I don’t think I ever touched on Ariel Ladensohn. Responsible for the episodes Scrambled Eggs and Hello Rosie, she is credited for shows like Solar Opposites and Futurama, however she has only written a single episode for the Futurama reboot that I can find whereas she is a producer for the show otherwise. Meanwhile, she has minor, single episode writing credits for series like My Little Pony Friendship is magic in 2019 (A Horse Shoe-in), and Clifford the Big Red Dog. In fact, the most credit to her name is under Justin Roiland’s Solar Opposites where she started as a consistent script writer and eventually entered middle management as a story editor. She has a family history within show business through her mother Cybill Sheperd, a well-known celebrity and model of the previous generations. Based on Scrambled Eggs, I will say that episode feels like Justin Roiland fare, and I don’t expect much different from this episode.

Even the series seems self aware at times with Angel Dust proclaiming all of Charlie’s ideas thus so far being failures and Husk even pointing out that the more Charlie tries to do, the worse it gets for everyone else. Charlie lives in this place of protection because of Lucifer, supposedly. This idea that Lucifer is trying to protect her and it’s why she is never in danger during the exterminations isn’t one I’ve actually seen confirmed in the show in any way. It’s alluded to, but with how much of the show is unspoken and outright fabricated with deceit being framed in the last episode as “It’s a lie because otherwise nothing makes sense” when the world building as a whole doesn’t make any sense, I don’t trust the show. I don’t trust the show or writers to know what they are talking about and reluctant to give them any grace in that way. Seven episodes into an 8 episode series and all you’ve accomplished is confusing me. Has Charlie ever even been helpful? We still don’t know what progress is supposed to look like. And we are supposed to think Angel Dust in episode 4 sees Charlie as a friend he can protect while she’s still the Princess of Hell for one and, two, here we see him lamenting her meddling entirely. No one has faith in her but Vaggie, and even then, having faith in Charlie is her entire personality.

Side point, but Vaggie adding”In our room” didn’t sound or feel like she was sad. Rather, we just added that line for some reason? Am I supposed to get the vibe that Charlie and her are broken up in some way from the angel reveal? Or is this the dialogue stating out loud that it is their shared room and that they are in fact a couple because otherwise there is massive room for doubt due to how sanitized the lesbian relationship is in this series. I don’t know, I can’t tell, both can be true because there is so much and yet nothing at all in this series on every level.

If only the show actually showed that the Egg Bois were unreliable narrators at some point. Instead the few times we see them it is that they have difficulty following orders. Not that they actually are unreliable in everything.

So going back to this massive plot point of Angels only being harmed by Angelic weapons, like I said last post, this huge reveal fails to land or build any interest for numerous reasons. For one, Carmilla’s whole business is arms dealing with angelic weapons that Angels just leave behind. Like, a cornerstone of the lore of Hazbin is that angelic weapons are just dumped like litter into Hell every extermination, so one would think that if angelic weapons are the only thing capable or harming angels, Sera would have had a very tight rule about making sure all these weapons are returned to Heaven for their own safety. Even if you want to make the argument Adam and Lute don’t know this, Sera definitely would. And her entire hope for keeping Heaven safe is entirely negated because Adam’s goons are just supplying Hell with the only weapons that can kill angels every year. Second, as stated previously, Vaggie was injured by angelic weapons when Lute attacked her and carved out her eye. It makes no sense that she wouldn’t know the power of angelic weapons. Point three, Vaggie’s wings were torn off by Lute’s bare hands. I’m reminded of Dan Olsen’s video essay The Art of Editing and Suicide Squad where he talks about the use of the Unicorn plushy in the film and the way a narrative must reinforce an idea for these sort of plot points to be effective.

“Then, in the tower brawl, Captain Boomerang is wrestling with a tar monster who stabs him right in the heart. And for a second you go ‘oh no!’- but, Being a savvy and attentive viewer, you immediately go ‘ah wait, the unicorn!’ And you pat yourself in the back as Boomerang pulls out the knife stuck in a wad of money.”

This feels like the Suicide Squad Unicorn situation. There is so much going on and no one in the room was able to catch these contradictions in the production. By the narrative denaturing on such a foundational world building level, the weight of every reveal and plot point is about the equivalent of a paper ball. It fails to ground the world, abide by its own rules, and thus never succeeds as a show. It is a concept that never pounded out the impurities and results in a confusing waste of time.

Wait, did Charlie forget about Cannibalism Town? Episode one she made a point to declare it in the song and how everyone was bright and smiling. So it shows an understanding of what foreshadowing is as a concept, but because no one else remembers or knows anything about Cannibal Town, Ariel was forced to reintroduce the setting in such a way that feels like bad writing. My point is, Ariel is doing the best she can here, the issue lies with Medrano and how she drew attention to Cannibal Town when it wasn’t relevant but never reinforced the plot point. Again, the unicorn plush situation pops up. Because she failed to incorporate Cannibal Town throughout the series, we needed this whiplash redo of the setting to actually immerse the audience in a way that makes narrative sense. Ariel is doing the best she can and it should be noted that this was the best way to rush this plot point because Medrano did nothing she needed to do up to this moment. Cannibal Town needed to be explored a little every episode and incorporated in all of the plots for this to work. By just announcing it in the first episode to try and hint this was going to be important, and then go another 2 and a half hours of content with no reminders at all, Ariel’s only hope was making this a plot hole to try and smooth over the train wreck this whole aspect of the show turned into.

In fact, I just remembered Ariel did Scrambled Eggs, which would have been perfect to set up the reminder of Cannibal Town and its importance by focusing on Rosie. Instead, the episode focused on Zestial and having him and Alastor catch up when it very obviously should have been Rosie for this specific purpose. Was Kritzer more expensive than James? Why focus on this character so long when all he serves is as a vessel to Carmella confessing her involvement in the killing when Rosie is far more important a player? I’m not saying they should have cut him out entirely, but that time would have been better suited with giving Rosie more to do.

My nitpick of the episode is that Rosie’s voice and character bothers me and rips me out of any level of immersion I could have. The accent is noticeably fake to the point it is distracting and the dialogue and pacing is so paint by numbers Jewish mother stereotype that is actually feels too slow. If this makes sense, she isn’t delivering the lines fast enough for it not to feel like a blatant caricature. It’s a stereotype that feels like a stereotype because it hits just off the mark ever so slightly that it draws all the more attention to it. For a show with breakneck pacing, these scenes drag and it is due to the delivery entirely. And before someone does attempt to argue the actress, Leslie Kritzer, is in fact Jewish, yes, she is half Jewish on her father’s side with a Puerto Rican mother. Kritzer was raised Catholic and was not privy to the Jewish Mother character growing up, despite being ethnically half Jewish. That does matter.

The terrifying thing is how the whole negotiation scene with Rosie is so rushed. She says she likes Charlie’s moxie when all Charlie has done is have the prelude of a mental breakdown in front of her. She made it clear how everything is her fault, how everyone she cares for is in danger and pretty much doomed. The literal definition of Moxie is “Force of character or determination” when all Rosie has seen is Charlie actively caving under the weight of everything. That is, in fact, the opposite of moxie. Sure, we have seen her stand up to Sera and stand up for her beliefs, but Rosie has not. This is a common issue in Medrano’s writing where she fails to know which characters know what. They are ignorant when it is convenient and just as equally omnipotent when required. And, like I said, they also feel too slow. The delivery is just too slow and the scenes are too fast, too much happens when it makes no sense and everything just feels like a waste of time.

I just realized why this scene feels like such a waste of time: it lacks tension. The sequence where Rosie walks up to Alastor is such a wide shot, her asking about his plan bears no weight. This is genuinely some of the worst scene composition. This is an expensive shot with Charlie, Rosie and Alastor as well as the need to use filler background characters in the corner to make the space feel lived-in. But this whole issue would have been resolved by utilizing he exact scene direction that follows. Have Rosie close the distance between her and Alastor and have it cut to a 1/3rd body shot of the two. Have Charlie cut from the scene as neither are even acknowledging her in this moment and it shows how Alastor and Rosie see her as a child, ignoring her despite being the princess of Hell. Have Rosie’s approach be an over-shoulder closeup from Alastor’s side, and instead of cutting off Rosie’s face, have the characters get closer together as the camera zooms in. Make the connection between Alastor and Rosie stronger so her words feel slightly ominous when she says “Alastor has never done me wrong before”. Where you wonder if you can trust Rosie, or if maybe Rosie doesn’t really trust Alastor and is giving a subtle warning. The utter lack of nonverbal storytelling sucks all depth and nuance out of the episode.

Carmella is a top tier character in a woefully subpar story. She is everything its clear Medrano’s wishes Alastor was. She is intimidating and intelligent. It tips a bit too far into ludicrous levels of knowledge that, if thought about, feels like it is the writer cheating. And it is. This absolutely is cheating, because the characters who should know Vaggie is an angel, for example, don’t. Alastor, Charlie, and Lucifer are either totally ignorant of Vaggie being an angel or are playing stupid. The reason Carmella has made is that it benefits her to not draw attention to herself, but Alastor should be able to make the same level of inference on Vaggie and doesn’t. To say he does but says nothing makes no sense because he could have been playing puppet master this whole time by using Vaggie’s angel status to control her and/or Charlie in any number of ways. And if anyone would know about Vaggie, it should be Lucifer. And Lucifer should be distrusting of Vaggie at the least. So Carmella is a cool character, but if we really think about it, it’s obvious that she’s just OP to serve a purpose in the plot.

I love Carmella’s long hair design, but the hair just is down in a microsecond of a scene. It was a change in a single frame that went by faster than a blink. It needed to have more emphasis for the reason to be understood: Vaggie is making excuses. It doesn’t translate clearly that Carmella is trying to pull the “equal footing” trope because there was no weight to her letting her hair down. It needed to at least be given a second to focus, not even a verbal acknowledgment, but just have Carmella let down her hair and make eye contact for a second before beating Vaggie up further.

I feel the need to have a small personal rant here, I have ballroom experience, I am also a Latino. The scene and song were ideally set to have a partner-based dance influence. I mainly dance waltz, but I feel a tango was ideal for this sort of song. The beat is too slow for a salsa. There are many different types of Latin dances to choose from (cha cha, salsa, tango, samba). The lack of appropriate Latin influences for a Latina coded character who is also heavily inspired by dancers, and yet none of the proper dance influences were taken advantage of. This entire character concept was fumbled hard. On top of it all, by not selecting a coherent dance style, the fight-dance choreography doesn’t make use of each person’s different strengths. Carmella uses her legs as her weapons while Vaggie has her spear in her arms. So Vaggie mirroring Carmella does nothing to improve her understanding of combat.

Steven Universe focused its use of music to individual instruments. Garnet was a synth bass instrument which heavily influenced her entire character design. Synth Basses are the backbone for many contemporary music genres, especially hip-hop. And Garnet’s character design from being black-coded to her dance style being Waacking, a form of street dance associated with the gay disco clubs of 1970s LA, specifically credited to black choreographer Tyrone Proctor. This is how you utilize ethnic coding in an animated musical. Instead, Carmella is Latina-coded with a Spanish guitar as her musical motif, with very specific native latin American motifs to her movements like maracas and a jaguar with a ballet style dance. This is a cacophony of influence with no understanding of any of them being forced together in a Frankenstein amalgamation of disappointment. Especially the minor use of maracas in Carmella’s character as they are very unique and important to Mexican and Latin culture.

Charlie’s feelings about Vaggie comes off extremely selfish. Vaggie was an exorcist which is hinted at to be a human soul, which means her neglecting to tell Charlie she was an exorcist wasn’t a lie. She was a fallen soul by that point, just like any other person in Hell. She has a history like the rest of them, but her time in heaven would be just a relevant as her time alive, which the show has made clear doesn’t matter to anyone in the series. So having Charlie need this sort of pep talk shows why her hotel is a failure more than anything: she doesn’t really believe in anything she is saying. As a concept, sure, but in practice, her sense of redemption has never previously required confession. Only when she feels entitled to another person does it suddenly matter. She doesn’t care about who Angel Dust or Sir Pentious were before coming to the hotel. Them killing other sinners doesn’t affect her at all. It is only when it’s someone she feels personally entitled to, or a sense of ownership over, that suddenly someone’s past matters. And that’s hypocritical. In fact, it goes deeper still in how Charlie is only interested in who Vaggie was before and no one else, but that comes from a sense of owning Vaggie. Everyone else, Charlie rejects on a fundamental value. Angel Dust’s hypersexuality is uncomfortable for her and she wishes he wasn’t that way. Nifty’s sadistic weirdness is uncomfortable for her and she wants that to change too. Husk’s aloof alcoholism is also a problem for her. Even with the Cannibals, she demands them to change (tone it down) to fit her sensibilities even as she is asking them to possibly die for her. I have seen people claim that the whole criticism of Heaven is hypocricy, I’ve said before it isn’t. I’ll assert it again: Heaven isn’t the hypocrite, Charlie is.

The first thing I said upon finishing this episode was “I would have rather seen the episode of Angel, Pent, Nifty, and Husk resolving to stick together despite thinking they had been abandoned. The character drama and the conclusion of them really coming together would have been far more intimate and cathartic than seeing Charlie and Vaggie “make up” by talking with complete strangers.

3/10

[chronicbeans]

I'm currently looking at Lucifer and wondering how exactly he's going to develop in the whole plot of Hazbin. Not necessarily PLOT development (example: getting past Lilith, getting closer to Charlie, etc.), more like personality traits that are either going to be revealed or developed overtime.

(Okay this got a lot longer than I expected, so um... here's a read more lol. I guess this is a sort of character development inference...?)

I really like the idea that every character in Hazbin has good and bad traits, despite being in Heaven or Hell. For example, we have Angel Dust. He's a nice person, but he does have problems opening up to people (understandable given his past), as well as giving into bad vices and pushing people away. So, we've seen Lucifer's tendencies of neglecting to connect with others, but being a good person and genuinely wanting connections, especially with his daughter.

HOWEVER, I am interested in whether or not they are going to do anything with the fact that he is the Sin of Pride. I've seen a few mention how the other Sins we've seen are a bit of the opposite of their sin. Ozzie is the Sin of Lust, but unlike how a lot of people would probably view the embodiment of lust, he values consent and can make genuine romantic connections. Queen Bee is Gluttony, but does care that people at her party do not overindulge to the point that they get hurt.

However, for many of the Sins so far, they do engage with their sins in their own way. Ozzie still does indulge in lust, just while caring for every party's consent (thank God he's not a Valentino. We love that for Ozzie). Queen Bee does indulge in vices like drinking and partying to what could be seen as a negative extent, with what seems to be her limit being that no one gets hurt. Otherwise, it seems to be fair game for her.

So, for Lucifer, I'm loving how we all see him as a total Smol Bean. So far, he is a total Smol Bean. However, I'm totally anticipating SOMETHING that might be like... a bombshell for our depressed blorbo's character. Specifically, that something may be a few prideful/narcissistic tendencies coming through. Like him trying to get more attention on himself, now that he's finally taken a step out of his workshop and gotten some attention from not only his daughter, but her friends.

He may not be like "YO I'M FUCKING AWESOME GUYS LOOK AT ME" sorta prideful, but maybe more of a "Guys I'm so awful and I feel horrible and I have so many problems give me comfort" sorta... well, not really prideful, but more so manipulative and attention seeking. Possibly without even knowing it, either, considering how him and Charlie seem similar in being well meaning so far. So, if he does development a sort of manipulative tendency in order to get attention towards him, he may not even realize that's what is happening. He might just think "I feel bad and have to complain. After all, I know my family and her friends can help cheer me up!"

I think it'd be pretty interesting, at least. Like, so far, Lucifer is the complete opposite of what you'd expect the Sin of Pride to be. He's depressed, self-conscious, and has probably been isolating himself from everybody that COULD give him attention for years. However, much like the other Sins are still the embodiment of what they represent, he's still the Sin of Pride. He probably still engages, or will develop ways to engage in traits you'd see in pride. So, him using his pre-existing traits, whether unintentionally or not, to get attention would be interesting to see. It'd still keep a lot of his character together while showing that he can still have flaws that are unlikeable. (It'd probably also put into perspective Charlie's line about him only really when he's bored or needs Charlie to do something. Like, it could be that he just isn't good at talking to people, including Charlie, but it could also be linked to his identity as the Sin of Pride if his personality does go this route).

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 1 [Appleradio]

"Hello, hello, my dear listeners! Your dear radio host Alastor is here to give you, once again, the most warming welcome to your favorite station here in our splendid town of Hazbin Vale. It's truly quite a pleasure to being back on the air after that rather unfortunate murder that happened near the studio.

Yes, indeed, truly unfortunate that an unruly teenager didn't pick a better target to pick on late at night when some individuals want to just grab some milk at the gas station and had to live the consequences. But is exactly as they say, my friends; you reap what you saw and that night the scythe of death must have felt a little bit… impatient than usual.

But there's no need to worry about that! I am sure that the thirst for death has been quench for now and there won't be any other danger on the horizon. You see, I am just cursed with an unbearable optimism, dear listener, so I am sure that you will be going home without no worry or concern in your tender, warm, little hearts tonight. Back to your lovely families who all can let a sigh of relief because there is nobody outside watching through the window. Or are there? I would close the windows and keep the lights out, just to be safe.

Back again to our waste of youth, I mean, our dearly departed young delinquent, I think I saw their foot sticking out from behind the counter at the gas station when I pased this morning. The police must have been too busy picking up all the other pieces that they missed it! If any of our valiant police officers could take care of that so the whole body could be put underground that would be lovely. For the family, of course!

I actually tried to get some comment from the police chief Husk to give you all, but someone must have skipped on their greasy filled donuts breakfast this morning because the old man Husk just shush me away, insisting that they were already taking care of everything.

Truly, how rude is that? Has the police never heard about such a thing as freedom of press? Outrageous, I tell you that! But even though I could stay and argue for my civil rights, as I had every right to do, dear listener, I instead walked away to my radio tower while humming to myself our last hit of yesterday, "Murder on the dance floor!" I don't know why I got that particularly melody stuck in my head so much.

Oh, nevermind that. For whoever may care, or be morbidly curious about it, the service for the body will be tomorrow at 9 AM in our local church. Despite the many flaws of her offpring, his mother is a nice lady that knows to stay quiet when it's convenient for her, so please, send her my most sincere condolecencies if you happened to see her. I believe she was planning to move out of town right after putting her son to rest, as she told me herself this morning on my way here. Since of course I had to make sure that she was in a good state of mind and wasn't causing a ruckus trying to say to the police things she shouldn't have.

Poor woman. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have such a loss. The sense of relief to have one less mouth to feed can be overwhelming. She will surely be missed, whatever her name was!

In other less satisfying news, the universe truly has it's own way to balance everything because as soon someone was out, someone else is comming in. That is right, dear listener, while I was having my morning stroll I happened to hear all about our new resident in town that moved to the old abandoned house at the outskirt of everything. From what I could gather by the power of people's gossip, this man is a inventor who primarly makes toys and has made a considerable fortune out of it. How nice.

He plans to revive the toy store that had to shut down two years ago when that whatisherface rude clerk was slaughtered in a particularly hilarious manner there and the cowardly owners ran away. We all remember that incident. They never did find her delicious soft hands, did they?

Another tragedy that we all mourned together, indeed. The closing of the toy store, that is. The youth does really need space to entertain themselves in a safe and controlled environment. Maybe if some teenagers had something like that growing up, they wouldn't have ended up on the ground, ha ha!

Who knows, it could even revitalize a little bit of the spark this town used to have. Now everyone is so afraid and paranoid, talking about all these sudden and inexplicable attacks as if they were worth mulling over rather than an inevitability of life. As if thinking about it is ever going to stop a knife directed to the throat. A waste of time if you ask me.

So a nice change of pace might be exactly what we all need! I heard that this inventor even brought along his own daughter, that should be starting in preschool for the next week if I am not mistaken. I haven't been able to meet the man yet, but it sounds like at the very least could be interesting for three whole minutes if I am lucky. Five if a miracle happens. Oh, along with my optimism, I have also been cursed with too high expectations, it seems.

What I can say? I am a dreamer at heart.

Ah, new blood is always rather exciting, don't you think, listener? Me, I am not particularly fond of children, especially the rude ones, but I am nothing if not flexible to whatever changes may come our way and my curiosity is always killing. That is how the saying goes, isn't it? Ha ha, we have a lot of fun here, don't we?

I think great things are about to happen here, in this lovely quaint town of ours, listener. I can feel it on the air. It's crinkling and static with energy, after so, so long. It's finally waking up. I know you feel it too.

Be sure to give the toy maker a welcome only worthy of Hazbin Vale when you have the chance. Tell him that Alastor will always be reporting the news of this town and to tune in with the rest of us whenever he wants. Remember: I am always here. I will be here to delight your ears for as long you breath and long after you are done breathing. I can never stop or be stopped. That is a promise.

Now, for the weather…"

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I saw your "The I.M.P family finding out your Girlfriend abuses you." and i thought it was great. so, if it's not too much trouble, could you do some where instead of I.M.P., could you do it for others, such as the Hazbin Family, Goetias, and/or Overlords? I just love your work and how you just NAIL these characters, and I'm just so intrigued on how other characters would react to this kind of scenario. I also have more ideas, so please message me for the ideas. love the stories and i love you.

Hazbin hotel family finding out your Girlfriend Abuses you

You walked back into the Hotel, forced to slam the door to keep out the increasing harsh winds.

You'd left to get a few things, but ended up taking a lot longer than you'd intended.

You entered the loby, various bags of groceries stuffed in both arms.

As you fumbled with the door, Angel walked in, the large arachnid clearly bored as he wondered the Hotel, a lazy expression upon his face.

Upon seeing you, he immediately lit up. "Aye kid, good to see ya back!" he said all to cheerfully, walking up to meet you halfway.

You made it to the front desk/Hotel Bar together, placing your groceries down with a heave before you looked them over. "Hey Angel, whats up?" You huffed, glancing up at the Arachnid.

Angel looked down at you, patiently waiting before he cocked his hip and asked, "Did ya' get it?"

You paused, looking up at him your raised a brow. Angel stared right back, extending a hand before asking, "Dah Vodka and Cream?"

You instantly sighed, running a hand down your face.

"I'm so sorry Angel, I totally forgot." You groaned, clutching your head, clearly frustrated with yourself.

Angel looked down at you, thoughts swirling in his head.

You were an odd case.

Youd showed up to the Hotel not long after that "Grand Opening" and while you had no intention of being redeemed. You made it clear, you wanted to help.

Apparently you'd spent much of your mortal life volunteering with charities and aid groups, going to war zones and such.

Regardless, it was impressive how much you seemed to know about helping people, Charlie eagerly hiring you to work at the hotel.

From there you seemed to fit right in. You were a practical person, letting minor things slide, while calling out the big stuff, finding a healthy balance. Kind of like the neutral ground between Charlie's blind optimism and Vaggies utter bitterness.

Angel cocked a hip, giving a little shrug.

"Aw well, getter next time." Angel told ya, leaning against the bar. "Where were ya anyways, you was gone for hours. Thought ya was just getting some things and coming back?" He asked, peaking into your grocery bags.

You released an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Yeah, I was. But since I was out, I figured I'd stop by my place and grab a few things I'd forgotten. Aaannnd..." You drew the word out, looking away. "My girlfriend was there. We... we ended up talking for a bit. That's about it."

You looked anxious telling him as much, the spider quickly smiling. "All ya did was talk?" He asked, practically purring in your ear.

You quickly stepped away from him. "Yeah... just talked..." You said with such a somber tone the spider couldn't help but worry.

"Ya know, now dat I thinks about it." he began, doing his best to lighten the mood. "Ya ain't told me much about dat girlfriend of you's. Wat gives, I thought we wuz friends."

Angel always played up his accent when he was trying to lighten the mood. He knew you loved it.

You chuckled, the sound seeming to clear the air just a bit. "Well that's for a good reason." You told him coldly, taking a seat and leaning against the bar.

"She works for an overlord." You told him plainly, fixing your attire.

That instantly peaked his interest, being well aware of what sort of demon worked for Overlords.

"She's an enforcer. A good one." You glanced over at him, "One of her rules for our relationship is 'I don't ask about her, what she does... and I most definitely don't talk about her on a personal level." You finished with the slightest bitter curl to your lip.

You did your best to hide your frustration. Angel saw right through it. He was something of a professional when it came to hiding your emotions.

And it was just as he went to comfort you in some way, maybe try to relate to you, let you know you weren't alone.

That was cut short when a new voice chimed in.

"And whom is it we can't talk about?"

Angel swung around, finding The ever dapper Alastor standing before him.

"Geez Al, I'll need ta tie a fuckin Bell around your neck." Angel grumbled, hand to his chest in exaggerated shock.

Alastor chuckled a radio filled chuckle. "My apologies Angel dear, I was just curious of what you were talking about."

You just smiled, Angel letting out a scoff, "Ah, we wuz just talking bout the usual shit, ya know?" Angel chuckled.

Alastor raised a brow, but seemed to let it pass, Alastor asking you about your day. You spoke shortly, as you looked through your bags.

Which was odd, you were usually quite the chatterbug, you and Alastor having many a lively conversation about this or that.

From the outside, it almost appeared as though you were the best of friends. So even the Radio Femon could tell something was wrong.

Angel reached over and looked into one of the smaller bags. Peaking into it the bag, he found what looked like a packet of something serious, the spider going to stick his hand in and grab it.

You looked over the bags, and upon seeing him about to reach in, you lurched over and snatched the bag out of his hand.

Standing back up, you stuffed the bag under your arm, you and Angel just staring at each other for several moments.

Clearing your throat, you went back to the bags, doing your best to ignore the way the pair were staring at you.

After another few moments you looked up. You glanced at the pair before clearing your throat. "It's... it's personal stuff.

You didn't look at them, wrapping up the bags before giving them a brief nod, turning and walking away.

Angel and Alastor just stood there, staring at you as you walked away.

"That was weird right?" Angel asked, resting an arm on his hip.

"Yes it a was." Alastor Hummed. "What was in the bag?"

Angel sighed, telling him. "Its personal Al, didn't ya hear?" A little smile crossing his lips as he glanced at the radio demon.

Alasstor snorted, glancing over at him.

"Some kinda package or somethin'." He told him, face scrunched up in thought.

"I think I know what its for... I just hope I'm wrong." He told him uncharacteristically serious, the Radio demon taking note.

The two of them just stood there for a moment, neither of them particularly happy about what just happened.

You shambled out of the loby, moving down to the kitchen, dumping the bags onto the counter.

Placing down the bags you looked about, making sure the coast was clear. With no one around, you walked over to the fridge, opening the freezer and grabbed an Ice pack.

Pulling open your collar, you tentatively placed the pack on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh at the sensation, gently rolling your shoulder.

You stood there for a second, just enjoying the sensation against your sore flesh.

Your moment was cut short when the kitchen door was suddenly swung open, the sound causing you to jump, dropping your ice pack into your hoodie.

Before you could do anything, however, you heard Charlie behind you. Spinning around, you found the Hotels proprietor walking with Vaggie, her... Significant other. You were never really sure what their relationship was.

You tried the grabe the pack, only to cause the Ice pack to slide further down your side.

You just stood there, back Ridged as you watched them walking by.

Charlie quickly noticed you, the girl perking up before striking up a conversation.

You stood there, giving her short, curt answers. Vaggie pointed out how long you'd been, you just telling her youd stopped by your place and got caught up with your girlfriend.

Vaggie instantly soured at that news.

She didn't know why, but the way you always sounded so sombre when talking about her.

You were supposed to sound happy when talking about a girlfriend, like she was with Charlie. But you always sounded like you were talking about an association, not a lover.

The whole thing left a sour taste in her mouth.

Charlie quickly brought up a new strategy shed been cooking up.

The two of you had long been strategising a step by step process to redemption. The two of you having spent many long night talking and throwing around ideas.

You were doing your best to stay calm, the ice pack becoming colder and colder against your tender ribs by the second.

Vaggie watched as you stood there, clearly off. You kept adjusting your hoody, trying and failing to look inconspicuous.

Looking down, finding bags of groceries on the counter. Wasn't all that strange, you had said you were going out.

Besides the various brown bags of foodstuffs, was a smaller bag, all rolled up at the top.

So, stepping forwards, she began unrolling the bag, and just as she'd gotten it open you saw it, darting forwards.

In your haste to snatch the bag, you unintentionally tore it in half, a mess of medical supplies spilling out.

Bandages, painkillers, needle and thread, disinfectant. The medicine littering the kitchen floor.

You froze, before falling to the floor, desperately gathering up the medical supplies.

You went to grab a bottle of disinfectant, when A hand suddenly grabbed it. Looking up, you found Charlie holding the bottle.

You stared at her, Charlie read the bottle before looking down at you. "(Y/N), what's all this?"

Picking yourself up, the icepack decided now was a good time to fall out.

After several moments of silence, you cleared your throat. "I've seen what infections... what wounds and sores can do. I don't want anyone here to have to suffer like that."

You went over to one of the counters. Putting down the supplies. Opening one of the draws, you found another paper bags.

Putting the supplies into the brown bag you picked it up and walked back over to Charlie.

Taking the bottle out of Charlie's hand, you placed it into the bag. Looking at the pair one more time, you just left without a word. Leaving Charlie and Vaggie in the Kitchen, completely unsure of how to react.

"Hes been getting worse." Vaggie told her girlfriend coarsely, crossing her arms.

"I know, I just don't know what's happening." Charlie told the Moth Demon, the girl was genuinely concerned.

Vaggie let out a displeased humm, reaching down she grabbed the ice pack, looking at it then to her girlfriend.

"I've got an idea." She let out a displeased humm.

It had been a week since the grocery incident, and things seemed to settle, everything going back to normal.

More or less.

Sick of spending all his time Angel had managed to convince you to take him out to lunch.

"So why couldn't we just eat at the hotel again?" You asked him, sliding into the red booth of the very noir dinner Angel had insisted you eat at.

"Cause, the food at the Hotel is too damn... good." Angel told you, wearing a mix of both disgust and confusion across his face. "Besides, they serve the best hamburgers here. I mean for real."

You smiled at the spiders antics, glancing out the window. "That good, huh?" You asked, raising a playful brow.

Angel scoffed, "Hell yeah that good. Honestly, its so good, if I found out they was dragging johnys off's the street to turn em into ground beef, I'd still eat 'ere."

You smiled at him, asking. "Youd really go full cannibal?"

Angel pfft'd, telling you, "Please, ya say that like there ain't a bit of someone mixed in with most food down here. Hell, even Alastor chows down on his fellow demons." He told you, to which you just nodded. Cannibalism was far from rare down here.

"Besides." Angel began with a smirk, "It aint like it would be the first time I'd had some strange mans meat in my mouth."

At that you had a good laugh, Angel quickly joining you.

After calming down, you looked out the window again. You'd been doing it since you'd entered the neighbourhood, this time Angel asked about it.

"Why ya keep lookin over ya shoulder like that?" He asked half playful, half serious. "Scared someone'll see ya with Lil ole' me and you'd lose your street cred?" He finished playfully.

You snorted. "What street cred?" You chuckled, getting a smile from the Spider. "Besides Angie, your like my best friend. I'd never be embarrassed to be seen with you."

Angel paused, face flushed as he genuinely had no idea how to respond to such a comment.

You hadn't seemed to notice, to busy fiddling with your finger.

"Besides, this is my Girlfriends terf. I'd prefer if she didn't see us together." You told him, staring out the window.

"Whys that?" Angel asked, the slightest edge to his voice. You sighed, telling him. "I didn't tell her before hand that I was coming."

"It's one of the rules of our relationship." You turned away, looking out the window. "I have to tell her everything."

There were several moments of silence, the awkward air just hanging between you like cigarette smoke.

That was until the waitress showed up, taking your orders with a resigned attitude. This was her life, and she knew it.

You waited a while, you and Angel exchanging casual banter, all the while Angel was thinking.

Now, Angel wasn't the most sentimental guy, the closest thing to a healthy relationship would probably be his friendship with Cherri, mostly due to the simple fact he hadn't seen his siblings in, shit, years? Maybe a decade?

But you, you were an odd ball.

You joined the hotel seemingly for no good reason. Sure Charlie paid you, and it was a fair wage from what he'd heard, but put simply.

You did too much.

You helped Charlie seemingly any way you could, using your many years of experience helping people around the world, this was priceless information. Hell being essentially one never ending, ever shifting battlefield. Your experience was priceless, and yet you put a price on it, and a fairly humble one at that.

And on top of that, you helped Charlie with all kinds shit, and all that redemption shit.

But the most important part, you actually helped people.

You helped him more thn once.

With his hangovers, or withdrawal. You'd gotten Vaggie off his back more times than he could count, and gotten him out of trouble plenty of more times.

You helped him, the spider opening up to you, and even with all the shit, you still stuck around.

So, he supposed you were his friend. Friendship being a strange sensation to the spider.

The two of you spoke some more, joking and babbling about this or that until the waitress brought you your food.

And too Angel's credit, it was an amazing burger.

It was big and juicy, and you could practically feel your arteries clogging with each bite.

Good times.

You were about halfway through your meal, Angel having just finished a hilarious story, and as was appropriate when listening to a hilarious story, you burst into laughter.

The two of you slowly settled down, but as you did a figure came up besides you.

You turned, expecting to apologise or tell the waitress you didn't need anything, only to freeze.

Angel quickly noticed your frozen gaze, and matching your gaze, he came face to face with a towering Hound looking demon.

Now, while most would likely have to do a double take to realise the Demon before them, was in fact, female.

Years of sex work had ensure Angel could tell a demons gender by a glance.

She stood before you, large chest heaving. "B-Babe!" You glanced at him, before turning back. "Babe this isn't what-"

Before you could finish however, she spoke. "What. Are You Doing. Here?" Her voice was calm, but held a dangerous edge, the tone instantly making Him think of when Val was angry with him.

You were almost shaking now, in a voice uncharacteristically frail, you told her. "We just wanted to get out of the Hotel. Thought we'd have some lunch." You told her, looking down.

Your girlfriend just snorted, before coldly telling you. "Your supposed to inform me of when you do something like that. We have rules."

"I know we do Babe, I just though-" you tried to explain to her, but she just slammed her hand onto the table the force and shock of which caused you to clamp up.

"I DONT GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THOUGHT!" She snarled, "You broke the fucking rules."

She grabbed you, pulling you to your feet. "Your coming with me. NOW!"

Angel stood up, intent on telling her off, when you turned to him and told him firmly, even through your shaking voice.

"Stay out of this, Angel."

Your girlfriend dragged you out of the dinner, you barely getting on your feet as she pulled you along.

And just as you were stepping out the door, you glanced at him, looking up with an expression that almost said, "Its alright. I understand."

And that just made him feel even worse.

He wanted to follow after, Lord knows he wanted to, but he just couldn't.

He didn't know what to do.

He was scared. And he hated that.

He sat there for, he didn't know for how fucking long, this deep pit of dread bubbling in his stomach.

Eventually he stood up, storming out of the restaurant as he ignored everything.

Getting back to the hotel was a blurr. He marched right up to the bar, Husk began asking him something, but before he could, Angel pushed him out of the way. Snatching up a bottle of something and taking a violent swig, Slumping against the counter.

Flashes of memory ran through his mind like some kinda fucked up picture show.

Images of Valentino dragging him away, abusing and having his way with him. He took another violent swig, desperate for forget, the drink just burning his throat.

The worst parts of the memories, though, were the fuckers that just watched.

Those that stood on the sidelines, watching as he was abused and violated.

And you know the worst part? The very worst fucking part, was knowing he was now one of them.

One of the watchers that just stood there and didn't do shit when someone needed help.

He felt rotten. Feeling worse then he'd ever felt before.

He ignored Husk, desperate to get away, running away to his room.

He slammed the door behind him, collapsing against it before bursting into tears.

He just sat there, feeling like shit, hating himself, a single thought running through his mind over and over.

"I should have done something."

It had been a few days since you'd been taken by your girlfriend, and Angel had become a mess.

He felt like shit. He missed you and the bottle just didn't help.

Didn't stop him from trying though.

He stared down at his phone, slumped against the bar.

He'd tried calling you, tried texting you. But he got nothing in return.

He knew what had likely happened. She'd taken the phone from you, either breaking it, bit more then likely looking through and listening in on your calls and messages.

He knew because that's what Valentino always did.

So he made sure to keep his messages light and vague, asking how you was going, wondering if youd like to invite your GF to see the hotel, making sure his messages were as innocent as possible.

He sat there for a while longer, staring at his phone.

"H-hey Angel. How are you doing?" The surprisingly sombre voice of Charlie asked from his side.

Looking over he gave a snifle, resting his head on one of his arms. "How am I?" He asked. Looking away, he gave a deep sigh, telling her. "I ain't doing well, to be honest."

Charlie sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Its alright, Angel. I miss him too. And I'm sure we'll hear from him soon." She finished, clearly trying to chear herself up as much as cheer him up.

Angel was probably gonna say something to sour the mood, but didn't get the chance.

The sound of the Hotels front door swinging open quickly got there attention.

Spinning around, they found you walking in. It was hard to tell it was you, wearing a hoodie, the hood up and covering most of your face.

Angel instantly perked up, jumping to his feet as he approached.

Reaching you halfway, he went to speak.

But just as he went to speak. You just...

Walked past him.

He was stunned silent, unable to do anything as you just walked past, avoiding eye contact.

He stood there for several seconds before his mind did a full reboot, allowing him to act again.

Spinning around, he found you gone, Charlie looking just as shocked and confused as he felt.

With a frown he stormed past her, knowing where you'd be.

His guess turned out to be accurate, as Angel found you right where he expected.

In your room. Packing.

He found you stuffing your things into a backpack you'd set on your bed. "Where have you been?" He asked softly, hoping you'd actually answer.

You just kept packing. That made the spider angry.

Storming into your room, he pinned your bag shut, stopping you from packing anything else. "Nothing?! Your just gonna say nothing?!" He snapped.

There was several moments of silence before you reached for your bag, trying to yank it out from his grip.

Angel put a stop to that quickly, scowl flaring acrossing his features. "So that's it. No 'Hi'. No 'sorry I disappeared'. No 'sorry for ignoring your calls'. Nothing?"

You didn't look at him.

He couldn't even tell what you were thinking, your expression hidden by your hood.

You went to grab your bag again only for him to pull it away, holding it behind him. Your breathing was getting agitated, fists balling

Seeing this Angel's face softened. "(Y/N), please, I know what your going through. Let me help you."

Getting no answer, Angel slowly raised a hand, intending to cup your cheek. Hoping you'd allow him ot remove your hood, allowing your connectionto be reconnected.

But just before he touched you, you smacked his hand away, snarling at him. "I don't need Help, especially from a whore like you!" You scowled, angry eyes peaking out from the hood.

You went to walk past him, Angel managing to snap out of his shock, and just managing to spin around and grabbing your hood.

It pulled off, pulling you back with it as you left, whipping around he got to see you as you stumbled back, landing against a cabinet.

Angel instantly froze.

The left side of your face had a giant bruise across it, right eye straining to open.

Realising he'd seen your face you instantly scrambled, running out the door.

Angel quickly chased after.

You may have been quick, but Angel had longer legs, and caught up with you fast.

You were mid lobby.

You'd barrelled past Charlie, the Princess being comforted by her S/O.

Youd made it halfway across the lobby before Angel caught up, tackling you to the floor.

You began fighting, desperately trying to squirm out of his grasp. But with him having four arms, bringing out his extra pair, it was virtually impossible.

When it was clear you weren't escaping, you began begging.

"Please Angel, just let me go. She's right outside! She's expecting me back!" You practically wailed, desperation increasing by the second.

Pinning you too the floor, Angel growled out. "No! No... I'm not letting you go back to her."

Through frustrated tears, you growled out. "Whats it to you?! Why do you even care?!"

You squirmed even harder, trying one last desperate attempt at escape.

Once that failed, you became furious, hot tears building in your eyes. "What right do you have you bastard!" You growled at him. "You, the whore that runs back to Valentino every chance he gets!"

You glared up at him, Angel stared right back, and suddenly... he just got up, letting you fall back.

This is when Charlie and Vaggie stepped forwards, Charlie crouching besides you.

You were unable to meet there gaze, laid there on the floor. Sitting there, a swarm of emotions razing your insides.

Charlie crouched down, asking you softly. "Are you alright (Y/N)?"

It was an innocent question, but that didn't stop your scowl. And I certainly didn't stop you from spitting out, "No. I'm not. I just want to go back to her."

You just sat there, looking away from her. Looking away from all of them, unable to meet there gazes.

Determined to refuse their pitty.

"That's not happening." Vaggies voice suddenly cut in.

Looking up at her, you found the girl wearing that serious look she always wore when she was set on something.

"Damn straight." Angel added, you looking up at him. You looked back at the ground, "What the Hell do you even care?" You growled out.

Vaggie just cocked a hip, telling you. "You just compared your girlfriend to Valentino, one of the most notoriously abusive demons in Hell. I can't in good conscience, let you go back to her. Especially with the state your face is in."

"And I'm guessing thats her handy work too." She told you dryly, signalling to the left side of your face.

You just sat there for a moment, before looking up at Charlie, then Angel. "I'm guessing your with her?" You asked dryly.

When you only got nods from the pair you looked away, staring back at the ground.

After another few moments, you scrambled to your feet, bolting for the door.

Of course, you didn't make it, reaching the door only to find Alastor standing there, the radio demon just shaking his head, single hand raised.

You stumbled back, breathing steadily getting heavier.

Suddenly you were surrounded, the members of the hotel all standing around you. You suddenly feeling like you were being smothered.

"Its alright (Y/N), were trying to help." Charlie began, sound far too understanding for your liking.

"We just want to help (Y/N). You can trust us." vaggie added, her voice far too genuine.

Why were they so kind. So gentle.

Why did they have to be so fucking good!

You began turning around erratically, desperately looking for a way out, but there was none. You couldn't escape them.

So you stopped.

Looking up, You found Angel just staring down at you. A calm look across his face.

You held back tears, your breathing picking up, staring at him until you slumped to the floor, letting out a strangles sob.

"Please..." you you begged, your voice whinny, desperate. "You don't know what she'll do to me."

Silence hung in the air like smog.

You sat there drawing in fear and sorrow, when suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Looking up, You found the spider looking akin to an Angel.

"Its alright (Y/N). I'm here. I got you." He told you softly, pulling you to his chest.

Feeling his warmth, his arms wrapped around you. Knowing that he actually cared about you.

You didn't even care how his arms pressed against your stinging bruises.

Just having him hold you, his warmth, his care. It broke something in you. You burst into tears.

You clung to the spider, releasing deep guttural sobs, face buried into his fluffy chest.

Charlie quickly jumped into the group hug, squeezing you into a hug.

Vaggie joined next, mostly hugging her S/O, but still trying her best to comfort you.

Alastor just stood on the sideline, sombre at the sight of you in such pain.

Alastor was by no means a good man, and typically revealed in the misery of others.

But you were a good fellow, and he wasn't fond of seeing such a beloved acquaintance suffer so.

You cried an ugly cried for a long time. And slowly, but surely, you began settling down.

After a while you pulled back, wiping your nose.

You felt tired, so, so very tired.

You hadn't slept much in the past few days, stress and fear keeping you up, and when you did sleep. It wasn't very well.

You apologised, to all of them. Apologising for being such a prick.

Angel just shook his head, just pulling you against his chest, telling you it was fine.

You just sat like that for a long while, Angel holding you close, gently comforting you.

He'd stopped rubbing your back upon the first flinch, the spider understood you'd likely been beaten.

Charlie clung tight, the girl really wanting you to know she was there for you. The same went for Vaggie, although the girl had pulled back, keeping a hand on her girlfriends back.

Your little moment of tranquillity was shattered when the door was suddenly smahed off its hinges.

"I gave you 5 Fucking minutes, and you couldn't even do that!" She yelled. "You just can't do anything right can you, you dumbass!"

Hearing this, you froze up. Clamping up and practically shaking.

Without even looking, Alastor summoned his cane, slamming it at against the floor.

A tendril spilled out of a portal, shooting out and grasping your girlfriend.

Angel could tell you wanted to do something, likely feeling you needed to defend her.

Angel put a stop to that right quick, pressing you into his chest.

Alastor spun around, and in a haunting voice told her, "Sssh... cant you see were having a private moment." His voice steadily becoming more filled with radio static.

"Haven't you done enough." He asked, symbols manifesting through the air.

Angel covered your eyes as Alastor gruesomely squeezed the life out of your girlfriend, covering your ears with his lower arms as your GFs bones began to snap and pop out of there sockets.

And suddenly, she disappeared.

Gone without a trace, Alastor just standing there calm and happy.

Angel lowered his arms, letting you pull back after a few moments.

Wiping your nose, you softly asked, "What's next?"

Charlie pulled back, wiping her own eyes, she spoke up. "You stay with us. Your family (Y/N), and we're gonna take care of you."

You looked at her, giving her a little smile before you looked up at Angel, the spider telling you, "Well, I was thinking a shower, maybe a check up... but I like her plan as well."

You smiled, letting out a little chuckle. "Yeah, uh, I'd like that." You finished with a little chuckle, the sound of your laughter instantly lightening the mood.

"Come on then, let's get you cleaned up." He told you, getting up and helping you to your feet.

He gently led you our of the lobby, and just as you reached your room, you turned to him. "Angel?" You asked.

"What's up?" He replied, looking down at you.

After a moment of hesitation, you leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." You told him softly, a dusting of red across your cheeks.

Angel blushed in turn, before he kept moving, quickly bringing you to his room. Raising a brow, Angel told you, "You need a proper shower, I'll get you some clothes."

You smiled, rolling your eyes, but you still stepped in, turning and telling once more. "Thank you Angel."

Hey Hey, Sorry it's so long, I couldn't put a read more because it was just so damn amazing.

Hope you like it and thanks for checking my work out.

[lovesomesys]

“I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything“

║🩵 collective name: Lovesome System / Cemetery System / Web System

║🤍 pronouns: they/she/he

║🩷 body age: adult

║✨ boundaries: if you support endos, I dont want you here. If youre endo neutral and will put endos on my blog, I dont want you here. If youre gonna be shitty towards our alters, we dont want you here. Don’t compare our introjects to source.

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║💜 DNI: Endos/supporters, basic dni criteria, anti taylor swift (Might add as I think of more)

║🌌 interests/likes: Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Taylor Swift, crows, snakes, cats, Bungo Stray Dogs, disney princess movies (the older ones), One Direction (I may be cringe but I am free /silly), writing, fish, SHARKS OH MY GODS WE LOVE SHARKS, true crime docs, the show Bones, really realising we gotta organise our likes list a little better here. Uhh Criminal Minds, Grey’s Anatomy, Station 19, Private Practice, 5sos (cringe but free, my friends /silly). Journaling, drawing, painting, candle making, the Titanic, late night calls with my friends, juice!!, Sharks again, BULL SHARKS SHOULD BE ADDED TO LAKE MICHIGAN I SAID WHAT I SAID, so much music guys ask me about it when I’m posting about it and I’ll talk.

║🩵 dislikes: mean people

║🤍 partner(s): @meep2306 ♡

║🩷 family: @crow-collective15 (sibling figure), @thestrawberrys-emos-andcrows @floaters @casper-tommy (kids :D)

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LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 9- Introductions

cowritten with my friend Dortiii on AO3

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Crystallized molten gold iris floating ruby red sclera blinked several times, ears pinned back, tail swaying like a cat’s in minor confusion. “What in the ten realms of the Diyu are you?”

"Now THAT !" Lucifer speaks with a beaming smile of sharp teeth. "...Is a good fucking question, my dear monkey man! Now I'm going to completely ignore that in favor of singing you a WELCOME SONG~!!"

"We should eat him!" Giggled the little cyclops cutting off Lucifer as the rest of the group now stood paces away from the groggy simian. 

"He's kind of cute… looks like he can go a few rounds without breaking a sweat. ” The spider demon drawled.

"Are you INSANE?! Look at those eyes! He'll eat us first!" Shrieked the snake demon in horror and disgust. 

"No one's eating the monkey," Lucifer warned with a demonic tone to his voice. "Ignore them! You're in hell! I'm Lucifer never Lucy so don't try. I run shit here and I'm your fucking guide until well, we'll get to that when we do I guess." The demon smiled. "YOU look like you could do with a song! or more water your pick!"

The golden monkey blinked at the wildly and completely left-field reactions. “I'm a vegetarian, thank you very much.” the golden monkey deadpanned to the others with the leveled look of a disappointed parent. 

“Guys… Come on this is no way to treat our new guest. I’m sure they have a lot of questions! We should help them, not repel them away.” The princess implored with the others feeling the weight of the disappointment from the newcomer. 

“Whatever you say toots.” The spider demon shrugged.

“He didn’t say no!” The cyclops giggled immediately making her way over before being abruptly held back by the dark-furred feline. 

“Not a fucking chance Niff.” the feline huffed holding the cyclops by the back of the dress.

“I feel incredibly judged by him.” The snake whimpered into the spider demon who promptly moved away. 

It certainly did not help once the mystic monkey rose to his full height garnishing an array of reactions. He had stood up to his full height of an even six feet, the clothing and his fur drying out with some steam puffing off his body. 

“Meeeooowww~ he’s tall! ” the spider whistled only to be smacked upside the head by the winged feline with a minor glare directed at him from a slightly irritated Lucifer. The spider had the decency to look a little ashamed at that comment.

“Hell… as in Heaven and Hell?” Wukong asked recalling the concept from his travels to the west and how some believed in it.

“CORRECT! Crashed right in the center! Practically the best place to land to avoiding ya getting ya know-“ Lucifer made a slashing motion with his neck to indicate his point. “By those other sinners down here. You sure did make a fucking entrance with all… that. ” He gestured to the mystic monkey. “Though enough of that! RIGHT! Intros! Intros! Cause honestly I don’t even know half of you either- You already know me monkey man and this here,” bringing the blonde demoness forward with a beamed smile. “Is my dear darling daughter Charlie! The one and only Princess of Hell!”

“Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Wukong is fine, Sun would be the equivalent of a family name in Western culture if i remember correctly.” Wukong replied with a bow to Charlie his tail picking up the crimson and gold staff left leaning against the couch before expertly flicking it up into the air and catching it to shrink down.

“Great to have ya on board monkey man! You’re gonna get on just fine here! More or less. Maybe.” Lucifer shrugged.

“Wow…it’s an honor to meet you! Mr. King sir.” Charlie beamed extending her hand with a flush. “P-Please! No need for formalities! We’re all friends here!” Waving away such a gesture. Despite the many years and her title, the extra attention could never sit well with her. “I-I’m…sure this…probably wasn’t at all what you pictured waking up to but we welcome you to our home.” The princess, was sincere with her words as she smiled elated and oh so fascinated by their new guest. “I’d love for you to feel welcomed here Mr. King and I’m super so sorry that it hasn’t been!”

“A magic stick!” The cyclops awed, breaking free from the dark-furred feline as she skittered over to the giant mystic monkey. “Can I hold it?! It looks a little grubby…I can clean it!! I promise I won’t eat you Mr.!” The little cyclops jumped up in excitement at whatever magic trick the great sage had performed with the tool. “I’m Nifty! I work at Charlie’s Hotel! I clean real good!”

“Little one i don't think you’ll be able to lift a seventeen thousand ton staff that's finicky with allowing anyone to carry it as it is,” Wukong replied.

"It's that heavy?" The cyclops marveled scuttling around the giant mystic monkey as if trying to locate its whereabouts. "Can I try it? Canicanicani-"

"Nifty baby. Can't ya see you're tirin' 'em? Give the man some space why don't yus?" The spider demon drawled, circling the king simian with glinted intrigue in his many eyes. "I could try," The spider smiled eyeing Wukong through a half-lidded gaze. 

“ Like he could lift his head out of his ass." Muttered the darker furred feline from the side earning a snort from the grey-skinned demon. The spider shot them a look to say 'I'll deal with you later.'

“The only one who might be able to lift my staff is Dreaming Star-Lucifer.” Wukong corrected himself on the name.

"What's your deal anyway handsome? Are you single? I'm Angel Dust by the way. You'll remember it soon enough.~" The spider in question grinned placing a teasing hand across the simian king's chest.

“I have a Mate and a Cub already,” Wukong replied the partial truth. His tail flicked behind him while his left ear twitched at the omitted details. 

"Is that so handsome?" Angel pried, cocking his head to one side at the details. This was nothing new, he had been in the game long enough to notice the little cracks in certain claims. ‘Oh I could have fun with this. Just how far was Mr. Big Stick going to go?’ Before he had the chance to say whatever he needed; to possibly ruin a crudely established relationship upon the simian's statement surprised eyes fell on Lucifer who had long since tuned out the horrendously boring set of intros finding entertainment in a beautifully crafted duck in his hands.

"Woah… No fair!" The little cyclops marveled.

"I guess with Dad being connected to you and the tree it makes sense…" The princess murmured, looking thoughtfully between the two powerful divine beings. A part of her couldn't help but wonder if she had a part to play if any at all. All she had so far was being a rainbow. ‘What exactly did that mean?’

"That fucking rules! I got to try it sometime- away from the public which we should do Charlie! Those creatures will be here at any moment giving the-" The demon king gesturing to the defiant tree.

“Does that include the Wendigo currently trying to dismantle my Sanctuary spell with Forbidden Magic?” Wukong asked with a slight tilt of his head while his eyes trailed over the lovely wooden duck. ‘Mihou would love that type of craftsmanship for his puppet plays.’

"I'm hoping if we ignore it he'll go the fuck away." The demon king simmered earning a look that seemed to showcase disappointment and disapproval from the princess. "Can ya make it stronger? Hell keep him out forever I'll pay ya!" Lucifer's eyes seemed to brighten at the thought but also the simian's interest in his craft. He held it higher and proudly for the simian to see. "My latest! Been working on this beauty for a while." Lucifer bestowed proudly

"Dad you know we can't- Sorry about that Mr. King that would happen… to be our dearest friend-" the Princess tried to argue but was cut off by the other residents.

"I am not associating myself with that guy." Angel jabbed unhelpfully. 

"'Dear' is too strong of a word." The snake begrudgingly agreed.

"Yet ver~y~ fitting," Angel smirked.

Wukong hummed. “How well can he keep up in a fight?” Wukong asked while a calculating look passed through his eyes.

"Pretty long actually. Especially when he battles against me!" The snake demon chimed, boastfully.

"Pentious you don't count." Angel snarked.

"A while. Trust me. And it's clear he hasn't had any losses against an opponent either." A low gruff emitted from the grey-toned demon who shared light, meeting the king's gaze. Seeming unphased by the apparent behavior. "Vaggie." She introduced curtly with rigid statue, but not unkind.

Wukong nodded before he recalled breaking something. “I snapped your spear,” Wukong muttered before he looked for said pieces easily pulling out the tip and part of the shaft from the couch he had been on before picking up the rest of the broken shaft. “Luckily it's all metal, an easy fix,” Wukong stated as he lifted the two pieces into a small transparent golden bubble of magic before he took a breath and blew golden flames right into the bubble easily causing the two metal pieces to melt from the intense heat and liquefy. Cutting off the golden flames he quickly used his bare hands to pick up and mold the liquid metal crafting it back to its previous shape with added details of runic engravings along the shaft and spear tip itself. “For a spear infused with immortal blood, it's construction is rather weak.” Wukong idly commented cooling the spear with a mixture of wind and water until he was back to mortal temperature. “Here.” Wukong held out the finished and repaired spear to Vaggie.

Vaggie seemed surprised by the notion, both her and her weapon had seen far worse days yet coupled with the gesture from the king simian she was left quite stunned. She could practically feel the beaming eyes of her partner knowing the kind of reaction she would make. She let out a soft smile at the thought, softening her features. There was no denying it was quite intriguing to even watch his display of power.

"Thank you, for the trouble. Mr. King." She bowed, graciously accepting her spear. The weight was familiar in her hands yet she could feel the noticeable difference. It wasn't surprising he could point out its flaws though it still managed to alert her attention. ‘Despite the many disadvantages, it had been done on purpose after all.’ 

"Oh Vaggie! It looks amazing!" The princess beamed, precisely how the militant demon imagined as she flushed. The princess also regarded the simian king with a grateful beam.

"H-Hang on what about me?! I'm calling injustice! I never got to- " The snake was abruptly cut off by the militant demon who sharply wielded the weapon in his direction causing him to drop back with a shrill cry. 

"Sir Pentious." Vaggie points to the cowering snake who offers the simian a bleak wave before shifting the spear's attention to the direction of the darker-furred feline standing to the side. "And the grump is Husk."

Wukong nodded to the duo. “Been a while since I've seen a snake demon. Domestic animal type and horned demons are more common but the wings make you a very unique and rare species had you been a mortal-born demon.” Wukong stated the latter half mainly pointed at Husk. Wukong asked seeing the familiar spark of innovation in those snake-like eyes. ‘Mihou would get along with him.’ Wukong thought to himself. 

"Oooh? I'm special!" The snaked cooed. "I suppose we are quite ra-"

"Please. I fucked 10 of yus yesterday. And don't get any ideas bub- That ones mine." Angel pointed to the king simian.

"I don't recall asking for your unsolicited speech-" Sir Pentious jabbed.

Husk let out a huff, though not unkind taking in the king's words. His wings were always a harsh reminder of his overlord days. It only made him stick out more once he was recognized as having fallen from grace. Though the positive light shed was rather... Unexpectedly pleasant. "Goes for those eyes of yours. Quite the lookers you got there." The former Lord nodded. "You'd be the first monkey we've ever had down here. Welcome by the way. Though there isn't much to offer but lost souls I'm afraid."

"Mr. Hard dick here used to be an overlord that's why." Angel butt in. "The big dicks at the top tend to look like that or weirder."

Wukong then turned his gaze to Lucifer. “I'm guessing you never took up blacksmithing?” Changing the topic.

Lucifer shook his head eyes gleamed at the mention of the craft. "EXACTLY! I tried man really but it just wasn't as challenging as I had hoped for ya know?! Sides they aren't as cute with the material." Lucifer recalled the prototypes with that method of innovation but ultimately switched to working more with magic-infused rubber.

Wukong flinched slightly growling lowly as his eyes turned back to the direction of the Wendigo's power that was starting to become a minor headache with his rancid smell of rotting meat. “Ms. Morningstar, I’ll be completely blunt. Are you nuts ?!? My barrier prevents anyone who enjoys killing and has consumed the flesh of another from entering the grounds. It's why the spell is called Holy Ground, to begin with!” Wukong questioned while throwing those diplomatic lessons Mihou had more or less beaten into his head centuries ago out the window. ‘I am not letting a youngling get manipulated by a True Monster.’ “I can't allow something that vile to come in here and mess with or even eat younglings,” Wukong added expressing how unsettled he was by the Wendigo.

"I-I promise he means no harm! H-He's just...a little mad?" Even the princess seemed unsure but despite her qualms, she defended the creature. "My place is for all. Despite what it may seem I want for everyone to feel as though they belong- and change for the better so they don't..do those things!"

"Sweet pea I want him dead." Lucifer snarked.

Wukong hummed. “Lucifer, Vaggie may I request you both to see to the Wendigo? I wish to see him for myself and implement some rules before I even consider letting him enter.” Wukong asked the two. “Might get down to a brawl if he pisses me off.”

“Now that! I’d pay to see it. My money’s on tall, dark, and sexy over there.” Angel pointed unashamedly towards Wukong.

Vaggie looked to the princess who still seemed unsure in regards to the debacle that could unfold but she gently took her hands into her own. “It’ll be fine hun. I promise.” She assured. Seeing that her words did have an effect, Charlie visibly relaxed. 

“Dad please just…try and see eye to eye?” The princess murmured.

The reigning king looked about ready to throw in another insult but stopped at seeing his offspring’s face. He let out a groan. “FINE- pumpkin… for you and you only though.” Waving a hand. “Very well! Maggie, Wukong, and I will go.”

Wukong made a cloud over Lucifer and sprayed him with water. “Vaggie.” Wukong corrected.

“What the?! HEY! YOU CHEEKY LITTLE!-“ The king of demons attempted to scold but he was far too amused by the antic. “Fine, my bad there Mag- I mean! Vaggie. Vaggie my dear. ” He corrected, earning a small giggle from Charlie.

“None took sir.” Vaggie smiled. “If…you may do the honors?” 

“Certainly! Let’s pay the old fucker a visit.” Lucifer grinned adorned in golden light casting over the other two.

[blackpelted]

Ardeen

A fire was cackling right underneath me whilst many people watched the pyre lit aflame. “May thy witch burn here on earth and in the pits of hell's depth.” A man beside said to the crowd as the flames quickly spread around me. I close my eyes as the heat becomes unbearable. I feel the flames melting away my skin. I want to scream. Scream as loud as I could, cry out for help and do it all over. But no. No screams. Just the immense pain of being burned alive.

You might wonder ‘how did I eventually end up in this shithole while I seemed like a normal maiden they used to burn back then?’ Hah, no. The answer is quite simple. Sins. In my case it was vengeance. Oh the wrath and the bittersweet taste of revenge I felt back then. The still delightful aftertaste after many, many decades. That is exactly why I nowadays live in the Ring of Wrath. Really, fuck this place. Everyone is always so upfront and self-centered. Honestly, I did not even deserve to be here in the first place… I mean sure, murdering your family, feeding their flesh to the dogs and yourself might seem a bit… Cruel… But I know I am a reasonable person! If they did not treat me as an animal I would not have started behaving like one. I am quite sure they are down here too and running into them would not be the biggest problem here… The biggest problem is the residence itself. You have to watch out with every step you make or take because there might be lurking danger around the very corner of your very own doorstep. That's why I decided I was going to step up my game and pay a long-term visit to the newest hotel; The Hazbin Hotel.

“Guys! Guys. I just received a notice that we'd be having our third recruit! Isn't this so exciting!!!” Charlie beamingly exclaimed as she rushed to the lounge where all her friends were gathered by her call. “Calm down, Charlie,” Vaggie placed her hand on her Girlfriend's shoulder. “No! This is the first time someone willingly joined!” She was too excited to calm down. Angel Dust huffed and looked up from his phone. “Hey, who am I then?” Charlie chuckled a bit awkwardly, “Uh, you're our first resident, but that doesn't really apply to you because you're our friend. This time…” — “This time it's a complete stranger and we're going to make this place pretty squeaky clean! We don't want to make it look like she isn't welcome!” She grabbed Vaggie's shoulders and shook her violently. “Great, another whiny woman.” Husk said, before anyone could answer him he walked to the bar and chugged the first and best bottle of beer he could find. “Wonderful, my dear. I shall prepare the hotel to your desires.” Alastor stood up from the couch, tossing and catching his cane. “Heheh, kill all bugz til clean…~” Niffty ran after a bunch of cockroaches with a knife; the usual. “Make dem suffr…~” Charlie had a satisfied and motivated grin plastered on her face. “Great, that's settled! This is gonna be fuckin' awesomeee!”