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Prey of Hell - Chapter 1

Alastor x Buné (OC) Chapter 1: The Happy Hazbin Hotel Previous Chapter Next Chapter

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Seven years. Alastor had been gone for seven years, abruptly leaving everyone in his life alone. There weren't many people in his life, but those few people included Buné. With that came conflicting emotions, they had become extremely close during those years since he had arrived in Hell. She couldn’t exactly call herself mad or upset, more so confused.

So, now she stood alone in her territory during extermination day, which she had faced by herself for the past seven years. This wasn’t a difficult task for her, for she had climbed her way up the ladder, obtaining the title of an Overlord. She never took interest in such frivolous statuses because titles meant nothing to her, she was only interested in doing as she pleased and living for pure amusement. Buné had many different types of sinners’ souls in her possession, but she rarely felt the need to use them. Just knowing she had someone’s life in her hands was enough for her, never find a situation to use them for violent activities. However,

Buné watched with a grin on her face as she observed the situation unfolding below her, sitting atop a building’s roof. She swung her legs off of the side, kicking them back and forth in enjoyment. Sinners below her repeatedly got pierced by angelic spears, angels flying down and mercilessly killing anyone they saw. Her eyes ticked back and forth between angel and sinner, wondering how someone could let themselves be so weak. They didn’t even put up a fight, only trying to run and escape those that attacked them. On the other hand, sinners were fighting sinners. Buné thought this was incredibly stupid, they were on the same team. For now, at least. It was angels versus sinners, and sinners were fighting amongst themselves. They must be mad!

Buné couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight, of sinners losing their cool over another extermination, as if there hadn’t been one yearly for Satan knows how long. She had enough of just waiting around, deciding to stand up on the railing and before she could even think about it, she jumped. Pulling out her whip, she swirled it into a circle as an aerial net appeared beneath her, catching her easily. As she bounced, she adjusted herself, landing on the surface of Hell, and began humming as she walked around.

Everything was on fire. The extermination had only a couple of minutes before the angels were ordered to return to their heavenly paradise. Buné looked left and right and the poor souls that were struggling to keep themselves alive. She tilted her head in thought, wondering for a moment. She stopped in front of a young sinner, appearing to have arrived in Hell not too long ago. The sinner lay on the cold sidewalk, breathing heavily with blood covering multiple wounds. Her hair was long and disheveled, fox ears sitting on top of her bright orange hair. Her clothes looked as if she were from the modern times on Earth, for Buné had no clue what she was wearing. She must be so lost and confused, so Buné decided it was the perfect time for a deal.

Buné put her whip back into its holder, crouching down to the level of the young sinner, who was gradually losing her life. She gave her a wide smile, showing off her sharp teeth. “Oh my, looks like that one hurt!” Buné said, poking at a wound on the sinner's shoulder. The woman flinched and groaned, not having enough energy to scream out in pain. Buné retracted her hand, giving her a closed smile.

The young sinner looked up with one eye at Buné. Her green eyes narrowed as she quietly hissed in pain. “Fuck you.” She said, trying her best to get up from the ground.

Buné let out a loud laugh at how ironic the situation was. “How rude! You know, you should be nicer to people that could very well help you. Now I’m not so sure I want to!” She said, surveying the sinner as she tried to get off of the cold and hard sidewalk of Hell. After a few seconds of no response, Buné’s eyes lit up. “You know, you don’t have to go to double hell just yet, you not-so-sly fox!” She told her, quickly poking her nose as the sinner gave out another low growl of pain.

The fox demon looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean?” She asked, her voice low and raspy. She was obviously in a lot of pain.

Buné gave a sweet smile, although her eyes were completely unreadable. “I can help you live to see another hellish morning, but you must help out with my beloved circus from time to time!” She offered out her hand, thick and black antlers gradually rising from her head, knocking her hat off to the ground. The fox demon looked up at her in confusion and anger, somewhat unwillingness.

“And if I don’t?” The young demon asked, her eyes filled with uncertainty and caution. Her fox ears pressed back against her head and her fur became prickly, debating this choice that could affect the entirety of her eternal afterlife.

Buné withdrew her hand, giving the woman a shrug. The antlers that were once on her head, almost like a jackalope, disappeared as she picked up her hat that had fallen to the ground. She looked down on her as if she were nothing but an insect; she didn’t care if she lived or died. “Then I guess you’ll just have to lay here and slowly die with no one around you! Such a tragic ending to such a gorgeous, young lady, wouldn’t you say?” Buné snickered, beginning to stand up. It was almost as if she was trying to bait the sinner in, giving her no choice but the one in front of her.

The fox demon hissed in pain and shook her head. “Fuck, fine!” She looked up, noticing a glimmer of something flash in Buné’s eyes as she heard those words. Her bunny ears twitched, a smile forming on her face.

Buné crouched down once more, those antlers appearing once more. Her eyes glowed a violent pink and seams of stitching began to make themselves present on her limbs. She reached out her clawed hand, offering the poor sinner her hand. “Oh, perfect! We have an arrangement then, yes?” She said, giving an almost terrifying smile. Everything around her seemed malicious, including what appeared to be a ring of pink fire manifesting itself in between the two of them.

The fox-like sinner huffed and shook the rabbit demon’s hand through the ring of fire, confetti bursting from the ring as the deal was sealed. The fire grew brighter than ever and then died down, the rabbit demon giggling with delight. As everything returned to normal, the young sinner tried retracting her hand, only to jump in surprise as Buné’s hand fell off and remained in the fox demon’s hand.

The ginger sinner gasped and her eyes widened, looking back and forth between Buné’s hand that was now off of her body. Buné stayed silent for a bit, looking just as surprised as the poor woman on the ground. Then, out of nowhere, Buné burst into laughter. “Oh my gosh, I really got you! You should have seen your face!” She laughed, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. The fox demon snarled and dropped Buné’s hand. After she had stopped laughing, she picked up her own hand and put it effortlessly back onto her wrist. “Isn’t that such a breathtaking party trick?” Buné giggled, picking up her hat and putting it back onto her head, for the antlers were no longer present.

The fox demon was speechless, only managing to get out a small response. “Right…” She trailed off, silently crying in pain from the injuries that were still very much present. “Aren’t you going to help me?” She asked, looking up at Buné.

“Oh, my apologies! Of course!” Buné responded, tapping the large wound on her shoulder. “Poof!” She said, the wound being stitched just as Buné’s own limbs, a bright pink seam being formed on her shoulder. As Buné did the same to the rest of the fox demon’s injuries, the young sinner felt herself become lighter and more energetic. Buné finished up, standing and giving her a bright smile. “I always keep my end of deals!” She announced, offering the sinner a hand so she could get up.

The sinner took her hand, standing up and nodding towards the rabbit demon. “Thank you.” She murmured, getting up.

Buné grinned widely. “But of course! Now, I do need some assistance back in my circus, so you better prepare yourself to work lots !” She informed the young sinner, pointing in the direction of a large pink and white circus tent. “Now, I will meet you there later! Cambion, my dear assistant, will be there to welcome you into our little family. I will return later, at least I hope so!” Buné giggled, shoving the fox demon into the direction of the giant circus tent.

She scurried off, leaving Buné alone to once more travel in peace. She continued on the same sidewalk, looking at the results of the extermination. Many were dead on the streets, fire was as present as ever, and screams were heard for miles. The scent in the air smelled like one of burning flesh and decaying bodies, causing Buné to recoil in disgust. Nonetheless, she continued down the sidewalk, hoping to perhaps find another unfortunate sinner clinging to life.

Buné paused after walking for a bit. Ahead of her was a group of sinners gathered around a store window, presumably streaming something on the multiple TVs that sat inside. She tilted her head in confusion, walking closer to the cluster of demons that watched whatever was presented on the television. Her heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk, watching a few demons turn their heads, noticing Buné approaching. Even fewer of them began to awkwardly start walking away once they saw who was approaching them. After all, not everyone knew who she was, and that was completely fine by her.

Buné looked up at the TVs once she had caught up to the crowd, seeing an interesting scene unfold. The channel was 666 News, a news station used to broadcast to the entirety of Hell. Katie Killjoy, the host of the station, as well as her partner, Tom Trench, were discussing a certain passion project with the Princess of Hell, Charlotte Morningstar. Buné immediately became interested, listening to this.

“Well,” Charlie began, clearing her throat. “as most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up I always tried to see the good in everything around me.” She continued, Katie Killjoy stabbing an insect that was crawling on her desk. Buné recoiled in disgust at this. Gross.

Charlie continued with her segment. “Hell is my home and you are my people. We- we just went through another extermination.” She sighed before continuing her speech. “We lost so many souls and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given a chance!” She beamed, slamming her fist onto the desk. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live in is subjected to such violence! Sooo, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through… redemption?” Charlie continued, asking rhetorical questions to the people around her. “Well, I think yes! So that’s what this project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind, a hotel that rehabilitates sinners!” She stuck up her arms, inspired and ready to show everyone what the hotel could do. There was a painful silence that followed after her little monologue, Buné no exception to allowing this silence to continue. Charlie continued to ramble on about her hotel, earning a laugh from Buné.

Buné giggled quietly to herself. Oh, what an interesting idea! No one would even actually consider redemption, but this could be fun! placing her hands behind her back as she continued watching the TV segment.

Charlie continued with her little rant, starting with a sigh. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.” Her eyes then lit up with an idea, causing Buné to tilt her head in confusion at this. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you,” Charlie smirked, standing up the table, and snapping her fingers. All of a sudden a piano appeared and she was sitting on it, reaching her hand out to a mysterious light. Then, she began singing. Singing? Huuuh? Buné thought, observing as she continued to explain her idea through song. It was painfully long and somewhat embarrassing, but Buné couldn’t help but laugh at her naiveness.

Everyone else joined in laughing, all collectively agreeing that the idea was silly and it would never work. Buné giggled along, but something told her that this would be the start of something amusing. If she could get something to amuse her, she would wholeheartedly help with it. Buné decided then and there to start making her way to the hotel, not bothering to watch the rest of the broadcast. She began walking casually down the sidewalk, the hotel being quite the walk away. Buné pulled out her phone, quickly dialing Cambion, her assistant who helped manage the circus with her. As he answered the phone, he could hear her smirk through the call. “Cambion, be a dear and take care of the circus for me, as well as that young demon I picked up earlier today! I’m afraid I have some… matters… to attend to!” Buné giggled, hanging up the phone and humming as she walked down the street, filled with flames and garbage.

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Buné shortly arrived at the very hotel that was presented on the television back at the window, causing her to hum in delight. She skipped up to it, looking at how run down and almost sad the hotel looked. Buné grinned, knocking on the door. She waited a few moments before the girl on the TV opened it, her eyes widening. Charlie shut the door quickly before Buné could speak, causing Buné to let out a “Hm?” and tilt her head. She heard Charlie on the other side, talking to someone named Vaggie.

“Now Stellar Buné is here, Vaggie! What do we do?” Charlie asked, panic lacing her voice. Buné smiled to herself, honored that the princess knew her name. Another voice was heard in response, but Buné couldn’t make out what it said. Then another, and the quick opening of the door, cracking it slightly. Charlie answered once more.

Buné gave her a sweet smile, looking up at Charlie. She was shorter than her, although not by much. “Hello, princess! My name is Buné, although I think you are familiar with me through my marvelous circus shows!” She cheered, taking off her hat and giving Charlie a bow.

Charlie laughed awkwardly, giving a half-assed smile. “Yes, I do! What, uh, brings you here?” She asked, keeping the door cracked slightly.

Buné beamed at her response, already knowing exactly what to say. “I’d love to help you with your silly hotel! I’d say I’m quite good at this whole entertainment thing, and I could provide that to your guests!” She offered, giving her a bright smile. A voice could be heard in the back, one that sounded all too familiar.

Charlie sighed, opening the door completely. She kept a smile up though, presenting the hotel lobby to her. “Welcome to my Happy Hotel, Buné!” She encouraged, moving her hand to show the room.

A static pricked at the air, creating a sense of uneasiness. This caused Buné’s ears to twitch, looking around the lobby. Before she spotted the source, a familiar voice spoke up. “Oh, Buné, dear!” The voice said, Buné immediately connected the dots.

“Alastor?” Buné questioned before locating him, standing near the center of the room. Her eyes lit up and she ran towards him, hugging him with a giant smile on her face. “Oh my, it’s been so long! Seven years, yes? That’s far too long to disappear without saying anything! Why were you gone? And why was it for so long?” She began, Alastor hugging her back with a laugh. Buné pulled back, eyes narrowing at him, still holding his arms. “Most importantly, why didn’t you tell me? Such a boring seven years alone might I say! No one was able to commentate my circus quite like you could!” She frowned, her rabbit ears drooping at this.

Alastor’s eyes were wide with amusement as he laughed. Buné released her hold on him, backing up slightly. Alastor leaned down and gently patted her head. “Don’t you worry about anything of it! Maybe one day I’ll be able to inform you, but that day is not today.” He chuckled, standing up straight once more.

A feminine-looking spider demon was sitting on the couch next to a moth-like woman, their eyes darting between Alastor and Buné. The woman’s eyes were wide, almost as if her jaw was on the ground. On the other hand, the spider demon’s mouth was closed but was just as confused as everyone else. The spider demon spoke up after a few long seconds of awkward silence. “You two know each other?” He asked, pointing back and forth between the two demons.

Buné’s eyes lit up and she giggled. “Why, yes we do! Alastor and I go way back, even to our living days! His radio shows were always so amusing to tune in to.” She explained, putting her hands on her hips with pride. She nodded her head after finishing her explanation, looking over to Alastor as he began to speak.

Alastor looked down at Buné and gave her a wide smile, looking back to the two on the couch. “Such a charmer, Buné is. I announced for her dashing performances! She is quite an interesting woman, as well as the most outlandish death possible! I do remember reporting it, a tragic tale indeed.” He spun his microphone around and rested his hands atop it.

Buné looked away in embarrassment, sighing into her hand. “You really must stop mentioning that, Alastor! You know I’m not proud of it.” She shook her head and looked up at the other people in the room.

Alastor did the same, realizing they were rambling on about nonsense once more. “I do apologize! Back to business.” Alastor started, making his cane disappear into thin air. He hummed as he walked over to Charlie who was still awkwardly standing by a broken couch. He spread out his arms before leaning down to Charlie’s height. “So, where is your hotel staff?” He asked, a huge smile present on his face like always.

Charlie looked away and fiddled with her hands. “Uhhh… well,” She stammered, looking over to the moth woman. “Vaggie?” Charlie said shyly.

Vaggie gave a death glare towards Alastor, narrowing her eyes in suspicion and anger. She then flicked her eyes over towards Buné, who threw her hands up defensively and flashed a smile.

Alastor laughed as he adjusted his monocle, staring right back at Vaggie. “Oh, you’re going to need more than that.” He said, walking over to the spider demon who was sitting at the ‘welcome’ area. Alastor leaned down to the sitting demon, reaching out his black and red hand. “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?” He asked, the typical sinister grin on his face.

The spider raised one eyebrow in curiosity, looking down at Alastor, below his belt. “I can suck your dick.” He smirked, responding with mischief in his voice.

Alastor froze, no telling what was going through his mind. A loud shatter noise was heard, creepy enough. He then laughed out a second later. “Ha, no!” Alastor shook his head and walked off, the spider demon smiling with pride in his act.

The spider demon laughed, huffing out. “Your loss.” He shrugged and leaned his head on his hand.

Alastor walked over to Buné, who was contently standing in the corner with a smile on her face. Buné glanced around the room, meeting Alastor’s eyes again. “This place is rather dull! I feel as though we need more staff and most of all, more lights! Add some sparkle in here.” She jested, a mischievous grin on her face. Buné then clapped her hands, pink sparkles coating new lights that appeared out of thin air. “Poof!” She giggled, walking around the room as she took in the new lighting.

Alastor nodded in approval, walking over to the fireplace. “I’m afraid only that just won’t do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.” He offered, snapping his fingers. The fireplace cleared itself of any dirt and a fire was started, an ash-covered critter being dropped into the fire. He walked over, leaned down, and picked up the entity by what was presumably a shirt. The creature quickly opened its eyes, looking around the room. Charlie, Vaggie, and who Buné learned was Angel Dust, were now surrounding the fireplace, observing with curiosity. Buné smiled once she realized who it was that he summoned. The ash then cleared itself off of the small woman with a funny sound, revealing a tiny and very cute little maid.

The radio demon leaned in closer to the crowd, still holding the woman. “This little darling is Niffty!” He then dropped Niffty, in which she landed on all fours.

Niffty stood up, introducing herself. “Hi, I’m Niffty!” She gave a little wave, looking around at everyone there. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s good to see you again, Buné, it’s been so long! It’s been a while since I’ve made any new friends.” She then looked confusedly at everyone, wagging her finger between everyone back and forth. “Why are you all women?” She frowned, picking up Charlie and looking underneath her.

Vaggie took this offensively and wielded her spear for whatever reason. Angel Dust raised his arms in surprise. Niffty continued, “I’m sorry, that’s rude. Ohhh, man! This place is filthy.” She began running around the lobby, grabbing bugs and other things. “It really needs a ladies’ touch. Which is weird because you’re all ladies, no offense.” She shrugged, grabbing a duster out of nowhere. “Oh my gosh, this is awful!” Niffty ran around the room, dusting and ridding the place of cobwebs. She let out a series of “nope”s, continuing her cleaning.

Buné laughed at Niffty’s tendencies, she thought it was so strange. “Oh Niffty, you are just the oddball I remember you as!” She smiled, looking over to the sound of another person appearing.

“Woah, the hell? What the fuck is this?” It was a cat-like creature, almost taking the appearance of a bat. He wore a top hat and overalls, with very big eyebrows. Buné quickly realized who it was and she rolled her eyes. Husk pointed to Alastor in annoyance. “You.”

Alastor was quick to retort. “Ah, Husker my good friend! Glad you could make it.” He cheered, placing his hand on Husk’s shoulder.

“Don’t you ‘Husker’ me, you son of a bitch. I was about to win the whole damn pot!” He growled, pointing to the stacks of cash that disappeared in front of him.

Alastor smiled, clearly getting on Husk’s nerves. “Good to see you too!” He quipped, leaning down to Husk.

Husk facepalmed, sitting down. “What the hell do you want with me this time?” He hissed.

Alastor put his arm around Husk’s neck. “My friend, I’m doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay?” Alastor asked, but Husk already knew the answer. It was rhetorical, it had to be okay.

Husk looked at Alastor with anger. “Are you shittin’ me?!” He growled with hatred.

Alastor gave a closed smile to Husk. He gave a hum, “No, I don’t think so!” A laugh track played in the back, Alastor letting go of Husk.

Husk pointed his finger at Alastor, his red wings spreading themselves. “You thought it would be some kind of big, fuckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere?! You think I’m some kind of fuckin’ clown?!” He yelled, shaking his fist with anger.

Alastor tidied up his coat, placing his hands behind his back. He blinked slowly, obviously hiding a laugh. “Maybe!” He replied, another laugh track playing in the back as he walked away.

Husk lowered his head and crossed his arms. “I ain’t doin’ your fuckin’ charity job.” He boomed.

Alastor appeared behind Husk, causing Husk to jump in surprise and he widened his eyes. “Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment!” He nodded, pointing his microphone to the front desk, which had alcohol in the back. “With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job is made for you!” Alastor continued, walking over to the bar. “Don’t worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming, if you wish?” He held out both of his hands, making a bottle of cheap booze appear atop the bar, giving a smirk.

“What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” Husk accused, picking up the bottle of alcohol, and looking at it. “Well, you can!” He admitted, swiftly drinking the bottle. He moved to the bar, standing behind it.

Buné’s eye and ear twitched as she realized Husk too would be staying here. She ran over to Alastor, grabbing his coat, and pulling him to the side. “You are such splendid help, but did you have to bring… that cat here?” She asked, pointing to Husk.

Alastor gave her a grin, shrugging his shoulders. “I couldn’t think of a better face to be tending to the bar here! I do apologize, I know how much you dislike our feline friend.” He replied, looking as Angel Dust tackled Vaggie.

Buné sighed, shaking her head and facepalming. “I suppose you’re right, but that still doesn’t change the fact that he could become vicious any moment!” Her bunny ears drooped onto her head, letting out a sigh.

Alastor let out a laugh, grabbing her shoulder. “Oh, dear, you are quite silly sometimes! Even if he does attempt to attack poor you, I wouldn’t allow it! I still have him under contract, after all.” Alastor leaned down and smiled at her before returning to the crowd. Buné shrugged and followed him.

Angel Dust was already flirting with the new bartender, which was no shock to Buné. Charlie leaned onto the bar and ecstatically introduced the hotel to Husk. “Oh my gosh, welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!” She beamed with excitement, leaning over to Husk.

Husk took his booze off the corner and backed up a little. “I lost the ability to love years ago.” He said, taking another chug of the bottle.

Alastor approached Charlie and Husk. “So, what do you think?” He grinned.

Charlie ran up to him excitedly. “This is amazing!” She squealed, rubbing her cheeks with her hands.

Vaggie was to the right of Alastor, annoyed. “It’s… okay.” Was all she said.

Alastor pulled Charlie and Vaggie into a hug, laughing loudly. “This is going to be very entertaining!”

Buné let out a laugh as well, prancing over to the three of them. “Quite! Finally, the amuser gets amused for once!” She giggled.

Alastor nodded and raised his hand, shoving Vaggie out of the way. His outfit then turned into a tuxedo, a hat adorning the top of his head. He took Charlie by her hands and twirled her, beginning to dance with her. He then spun his hand above her and transformed her outfit and hair into one that was popular during the 1930s. He grinned and took Buné’s hand, transforming her outfit into her old flapper outfit that she wore occasionally on outings with her friends. She gave a smile of enjoyment, watching Alastor sing and transform the hotel and everyone else into something more lively. Alastor’s shadows appeared as well, taking Buné’s hand and offering her a dance.

Not too long after this began, it ended quickly. The door exploded and Niffty was hit by it, sending her flying. Buné gasped and looked at Niffty, everyone else staring at the door in shock. Everyone returned to their normal attire, peeking out of the hole in the wall. A giant machine was floating through the air, a serpent demon located inside of it. Alastor tilted his head which cracked creepily.

“Ha! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring this Strymon freak! We meet yet again, Alastor.” The demon declared, reaching his hand out of his war machine.

Alastor tilted his head in confusion, looking at the demon. “Do I know you?” He asked, causing the serpent demon’s hair to fall.

“Oh, yes you do!” He hissed, backing into his machine. “-And this time, I have the element of surprise!” With that, a large gun made its way out of the giant war machine. Pink clouds filled the area as it presumably charged up, causing Alastor to snap his fingers. “I’m so evil!” He let out an ‘evil’ laugh, just as a hole formed underneath the machine.

Alastor’s tentacles appeared out of said hole, grabbing the machine and throwing the snake around inside of it. Buné looked up and let out a laugh as screams were heard, she thought they sounded goofy. Alastor continued his work and blew up the machine, his forehead glowing with an X on it. Buné stared at the machine as it disappeared, her mouth slightly agape. “Well, don’t you think that was a bit over kill , haha!” She awkwardly laughed, looking around at everyone else.

Alastor switched from terrifying to his normal demeanor in a second. “Well, I’m starved! Who wants some jambalaya?” He turned around and held his arms out, a wide smile on his face. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya!” He began walking back to the hotel, still talking about the recipe. “In fact, it nearly killed her! You could say the kick was right out of Hell!” Alastor laughed, not giving up on his jokes. “Oh, I’m on a roll! Yes, sir, this is the start of some real changes down here. The game is set. Now, stay tuned!” Alastor murmured, a lightning bolt striking down at the sign of the hotel, changing it from the Happy Hotel to the Hazbin Hotel.

Buné smiled as she walked back into the hotel with her new friends, excited to see what could happen with this strange group of sinners and the Princess of Hell. As she walked in, she shot a glare toward Husk, who didn’t pick up on it.

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