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The Princess of Hell

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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

PART TWO

pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fanfiction

notes: lmaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago 😭 also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]

warnings: none except hand holding before marriage lmao.

PART ONE | PART THREE

The princess of hell along with her girlfriend was just settling in the guest room heaven provided for them temporarily as they had an important meeting with them.

Charlie and Vaggie stopped talking as their was a knock on their door, “Who do you think is it?” Charlie asked and Vaggie shrugged and Charlie decided to open the door.

There stood a rather tall female angel with three pairs of wings and a golden halo on her head, the short white dress accompanied by gold compliments the woman's figure beautifully.

Safe to say both Charlie and Vaggie were mesmerized, the woman before them was drop dead gorgeous. Though, Vaggie was still cautious, despite a former angel, she doesn't know who this woman is as some seraphim angels tend to not show themselves to the lower ranking aside from Sera.

“Are you Princess Charlotte? The daughter of Lucifer?” the woman asked with her [e/c] eyes sparkling in excitement, the woman quickly placed her hands over her mouth in embarrassment, “Oh! Sorry for the intrusion, I forgot to introduce myself,” she says with a small smile before giving the two girls a curt bow, “My name is [y/n], a seraphim. It's a pleasure to meet you two.”

Charlie gave her a big grin, giving the woman a curt bow. The princess of hell decided to trust her as she couldn't sense any bad intentions from the older woman and to her, the name [y/n] sounded awfully familiar, she just forgot where she had heard it before. “It is so nice to meet you, I am Charlotte but you can call me Charlie.” Charlie said and [y/n] just grinned as Vaggie decided to just watch the two, still cautious. The older woman's eyes landed on Vaggie and she gave her a grin, “And who might you be?” she asked her and Vaggie just glared at her before avoiding her gaze, “Vaggie.”

[Y/n] just grins, her eyes analyzing the gray haired woman before letting out a small hum before shifting her gaze to the princess. [Y/n]'s heart ached a little to see how much the girl looked exactly like her father. [Y/n] misses him, she wished she did something that could have prevented his fall. Regrets always comes last. She took a deep breath then once more wore a bright smile on her face. Charlie noticed the shift of her mood but decided not to question it.

“So Charlie, I came here as I was curious what your plan for hell is about.” [y/n] says softly, she wasn't there during the meeting Lucifer requested for hell and this time, she promised to be there for his daughter instead. Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly, excited that an angel aside from that bitch ass Adam would finally listen to her. “Really?!” The princess asked excitedly and [y/n] can only let out a soft chuckle, “Of course, why don't we take a walk while you tell me about it? Your friend can join us too.”

Charlie calmed down and gave the older woman a smile, “Vaggie here is actually my girlfriend.” she says, expecting the older woman to judge her but she was surprised when [Y/n] just ruffled her hair. “My apologies, I didn't know.”

The younger girls were surprised, that an angel didn't show any disgust to their relationship and she even looked like she approved.

“Now then, how about that walk?”

“And that's what I'm planning, I wished for my people to find redemption and join heaven.” Charlie explained softly, taking a bite of her strawberry cheesecake. Both [y/n] and Charlie sat in a rather peaceful cafe in heaven, angelic sigils circling around them as [y/n] casted them for their privacy. [Y/n] can only smile as she listens to the younger girl who rambles about her plans for her people, [y/n] can't help but remember how similar Charlie is to her father, oh heavens... She missed him so much.

Vaggie didn't join them unfortunately, she said that she wanted to rest a little bit in the guest room.

[y/n] gracefully placed down the cup of coffee she was sipping and gently wiping her lips with a napkin, “That is truly admirable Charlie, to see you have so much hope for your people really reminds me of your father. I really hope it will come to life.” the compliment was almost enough for Charlie to burst into tears, to hear someone praise her plans and believe in it, it felt like a mother praising her.

Though, she was able to stop her tears as she realizes something. Reminds me of your father. [Y/n] and her dad knew each other.

Then Charlie remembers, the stories her dad told her about heaven and the stories he told her about his closest angel friend—the only one who believed in him. She remembers thinking that she felt her dad loved that angel in one way or another, with how fondly he spoke of her—with so much adoration.

“I remember now, you were my father's best friend!” Charlie gasped, a hand over her mouth and [y/n] can only chuckle, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Were? I still think of him as my best friend.” She chuckles softly, “Though, I don't blame him if he doesn't think the same way as I wasn't able to help him back then.” she continues sadly and Charlie had to wave her arms around to stop her, “Nonono, my father doesn't think like that. You're still his best friend.” Charlie reassured the older woman.

“Really now? How is he these days? I haven't heard from him after so many eons.” [y/n] asked softly with a slight chuckle and Charlie can only sigh with a small smile on her face, “Well... He's still how he usually is. Kind, trying his best for me, and lately he had an obsession with making rubber ducks.” she says with a small giggle making the older woman chuckle, “Thay sounds like him, though surprised that he still loved ducks. He used to ramble to me about random duck facts when he was still here. He was such a dork, I truly missed him.” [y/n] says with a chuckle, a longing look in her eyes.

Charlie was able to put two and two together, her father and this woman loved each other and she can only assume they didn't confess in the fear of ruining their friendship. Charlie loves her parents but a part of her is hoping in a different universe, her father and [y/n] are happy together.

Charlie decided not to mention it to the woman and just continued hanging out with the older woman. “I am sure he misses you too.”

“The meeting will start in a few hours and Charlie?” [y/n] says softly before summoning a wax sealed white envelope out of thin air, gold sparkling from where the envelope is as it slowly falls into her hands. Charlie looked at her in curiosity, “Can I ask you a favor?” [y/n] asked her hesitantly and Charlie just nodded, “Of course!”

“Can I ask you a favor of delivering this letter to Lucifer?” She asked and gently extended her hand towards the younger girl in which the girl accepted the letter and placed it in her chest pocket. “Of course! My father would be delighted to hear from you.”

“Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate it dearly.” [y/n] smiled softly as she stood up from her seat, extending her hand to help the hell princess up from her seat. “Now, let me walk you back to your room so you can get ready for your meeting.”

Now the princess of hell wishes the other angels were just as understanding as [y/n]. Even though the meeting didn't go as planned, she felt reassured as both Emily and [y/n] were there in the court room.

“What are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.” Lute sneers with an annoyed glare, putting on her mask. Though, Charlie can feel her patience thinning, her eyes glaring at the angels.

The other angels looking down on the scene happening below, [y/n] looking worried for her while glaring at Adam and Lute. “There's no question to be posed, he's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that 'Hell is forever'?” Adam and Lute sang mockingly and [y/n] could feel her anger starting to boil. She always hated Adam, that egoistical prick, she looked up at Sera as if asking her to stop this nonsense.

“A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait to—” Adam sang and [y/n] noticed Sera getting worried, “Adam.” Sera says sternly but it seems the man was too busy to hear her, “Come down and exterminate you!”

At that moment, loud ringing was only what [y/n] heard as she was shocked to hear him say that. Exterminate...? Don't tell me...? [Y/n] asked herself before glaring at Sera, the other angels were also shocked by the reveal.

“Wait!” Emily exclaimed, shocked by the reveal and Adam just noticed his slip up, “Shit.”

“What are you saying? Let me get this straight, you go down there and kill those poor souls?” Emily asked, horrified as she slowly flies down towards Charlie, holding her hand, “You didn't know?” Charlie asked and Emily shook her head. “Whoops!” Adam says, not a care in the world, “Guess the cat's out of the bag.” Lute says with a smirk, “What's the big deal?” Adam asked with a condescending smirk and [y/n] wished she could go down there and punch him.

“Sera, tell me that you didn't know...” both Emily and [y/n] asked simultaneously, though, Sera was just looking at Emily. [Y/n] was pissed at this whole revelation, human souls are killed in heaven by the hands that are supposed to be pure holiness. To think about blood staining those hands, fills her with disgust.

The whole courtroom was a mess, [y/n] doesn't remember what exactly happened. The reveal that Vaggie was an angel didn't surprise her, she can sense the girl's angelic blood but the reveal that Sera was the one who ordered for the extermination to happen, filled her with rage.

“Charlie! Don't lose hope! We will find a way to help you!” Emily says as we watched Vaggie and Charlie be sucked by a portal back to hell, “Don't give up! We'll find a way!” [y/n] added, making sure the two girls heard. Sera glared at her and [y/n] glared back.

That's what Charlie last saw, Emily looking worried and disappointed but what worried her was Sera and [y/n] started arguing, angelic powers starting to spark between them and that was the last thing she saw as she returned back in hell. Thankfully, the letter was safe in her pocket.

[simpforpeterp]

Lucifer Morningstar x OC

Just Like Heaven

summary: In the aftermath of a new accord between Heaven and Hell, Lucifer Morningstar finds himself pulled back into the past by the unexpected reappearance of an old flame from the beginning of time. In a big mess of concerts, big parties, and buried emotions, how could the King of Hell get her to not hate him?

warnings: none other than the usual hazbin stuff

word count: 3.16k

  After the battles had been won, the deals settled, Heaven and Hell had reached an agreement. Sinners can now be redeemed to Heaven. And with that, residents of Heaven are allowed to visit Hell. Most do not but there's a surprising amount that do. Especially now that Hell is coming up.

Seeing that they can get to Heaven makes a lot of sinners want to be better. But first, it's time to party. Hell has seen an economic boom with the economy having grown by 42% and everyone's looking for a good time. Everything is getting bigger and better which causes more problems for their King.

Although all of that sounds great, and it is, it also means he has to start working again. Hell is still shitty but cities expanded rapidly, spurred by a sudden baby boom among Hellborn citizens. He's been drowning in paperwork and appearances and bullshit that doesn't matter.

A lot more concerts have been happening. Music is big in Heaven so a few brave artists expand their tours to Hell in the very new arenas and stadiums in each ring. When Charlie begged Lucifer to get her and her girlfriend into the sold-out show tonight in their box, he agreed. Except he decided she deserved better than that and brought her straight to the floor.

The air in the brand-new VoxTek stadium is electric. Lights flash, music pulses, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, stood amongst the throngs of demons, feeling out of place in his own realm. He had been reluctant to come, but Charlie insisted.

"You need a break, Dad," Charlie turns to him with a smile as security guards surround them. "This will be good for you. And me, I desperately need a break from all the new guests at the hotel."

"Yeah, they are pretty exhausting," Vaggie adds.

"Sinners suck." He whispers with a wide grin.

Despite his initial reluctance, Lucifer finds himself intrigued by the atmosphere in the stadium. The VoxTek Stadium, with its state-of-the-art design and acoustics that reverberate throughout Hell's depths, is a testament to the newfound cultural renaissance gripping the underworld.

As they make their way closer to the stage, Lucifer can't help but notice the vibrant mix of demons, angels, and redeemed sinners, all eagerly awaiting the performance.

"You're going to love this, Dad. She puts on an amazing show." Charlie nudges him gently.

"Wait, I didn't even ask, who are we seeing?" He asks.

"Oh, it's El-"

As Charlie is about to finish saying Elizabeth's name, the stadium suddenly erupts into chaos. The lights dim and the crowd begins screaming and cheering as loud as possible. Lucifer turns to the front as colors form across the stage and onto the big screen up front.

The lights cast a mystical aura over the scene. The crowd's screams and cheers reverberate through the air, increasing anticipation. Colors swirl across the massive screens flanking the stage, creating a mesmerizing backdrop that pulsed with energy.

As dancers begin to enter the stage, finding their spots around the center, people lose their minds. Lucifer stands with his eyes fixed on the stage as images flash across the screens—scenes of celestial beauty juxtaposed with fiery landscapes of Hell. Each visual goes with the rhythm of the music.

The air is filled with excitement as the music intensifies, reaching a fever pitch that matches the feeling of the audience. Then, as if summoned by the song, a figure rose from the center of the stage. She emerged slowly, bathed in a spotlight that seemed to gather all the light in the universe around her.

His stomach falls as soon as he sees her. He could recognize that face anywhere, those dark brown curls, those deep green eyes. The first notes of the song float through the air, and as she opens her mouth to sing, her voice, clear and ethereal, fills every corner of the stadium. The crowd goes wild, caught in the spell of her presence, but Lucifer remains rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto her.

It was her—El, Lizzie, Liz, his best friend.

Memories flood back in a rush: their laughter under the willow tree, the stolen moments in Eden, when he fell. He would've never expected to see her again, not like this, commanding the stage with grace and power.

Lucifer feels a mix of emotions surge within him—longing, regret, and a desperate hope to somehow make amends for the past. He has to find a way to reach her. He immediately takes his hat off and begins to fix his hair nervously, as if it matters.

Stupid, stupid, there's no way she can even see me from here, he thinks.

She looks beautiful. She still looks just as young as she did when they met. Her eyes still have that youthful spirit and she looks exactly the same. When did he change so much? He watches her with stars in his eyes throughout the first three songs.

The only thing different is the way she's dressed. Since she's in Hell, she's wearing a red leather jacket, a red lacy top, and this little black skirt that matches with these platform black boots. Her eyes are just as striking as ever and when the first three songs are done, she walks over to a mic stand in the center of the stage. She's only a few feet in front of them now and he can really see how beautiful she is.

She takes a step back and teasingly takes off her jacket, handing it to a dancer. The crowd goes wild and it makes her laugh as she goes up to talk. And if he didn't know it by now, that laugh of hers tells him that it's still his same old El.

"Hi, everybody, I'm Elizabeth," She says and once again, everyone starts cheering. "But after tonight, we're gonna be so close, you can call me Liz."

"It's so cute that she says that as if people don't know who she is." Charlie leans over to tell him.

"And I would like to take this incredible opportunity you've given me to say, Welcome to the Long Way Down Stadium Tour." She says proudly holding her arms out.

"I know her!" Lucifer tries to tell Charlie.

"What?" She yells and he knows she can't hear him.

"A little fun fact for all of you beautiful people in the Pride Ring," She continues, her voice ringing out confidently. "This is the first time anyone has been able to play three back-to-back shows in this stadium. Thank you so much for that. And thank you for joining me for the very first show in Hell for night one in Pride!"

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, Liz smiles, soaking in the adoration and excitement.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for so long," She says, her voice softening just a bit. "To bring my music to all of you, to share this experience in a brand new setting."

Lucifer watches her intently, his heart aching with a mix of pride and sadness. This was the same Lizzie he had known, yet she had grown into someone even more remarkable. And he missed out on all of it.

"And tonight," She continues as she takes the microphone off of the stand, now having a red microphone, "I want to take you on a journey through my life, my friendships, my heartbreaks. Is everyone ready?"

The crowd roars in agreement as she turns around to walk away with a big smile and the music swells once more as Lizzie launches into the next song. The stage lights dance around her, creating a mesmerizing display that enhances the magic of her performance.

Seeing her up there shining the way she does makes this feeling go through his chest. He stands there like a ghost at the end of the hallway as he watches her. He needs to see her, he needs to talk to her. He's the King of Hell, for fucks sake, he can find a way to get backstage after the show.

After five costume changes, thirty songs, and a lot of dances, Liz reaches the end of the show. As the outro starts Liz steps back to the center of the stage with the microphone in her hand as the dancers begin to exit.

She begins introducing her band and her dancers for the second time before they all come together for a bow. She's glowing up there and Lucifer hasn't taken his eyes off of her for even a second.

"Thank you everybody for coming out tonight," She smiles widely. "You all have been an incredible crowd and once again, thank you!"

She then bows by herself just before the stage begins to lower her back down all while confetti is blasting in the stadium.

"I know her, I need to go meet her." Lucifer places a hand on Charlie's back as he talks closer to her ear.

"You know her? Since when?" Charlie yells.

"Since forever, I gotta go, you coming with?" He asks as people begin to walk out.

"Vaggie, come on!" Charlie squeals happily as Lucifer begins to walk away.

He takes the lead as he begins rushing to the side of the stage. The first couple of guards let him through because he's the King and he finds his way to the backstage door.

"I want to meet Elizabeth," Lucifer says calmly but firmly.

"I mean, I can let you back there, Your Highness, but she's already gone." The guard says nervously.

"What do you mean she's already gone? The show just ended." He says quickly.

"She has a house here in Pride and she throws these big parties after every show. I'm headed there after my shift, I can write you the address." The guard practically gulps.

"Thank you, that would be great." Lucifer immediately conjures a pen and paper before pushing it to the man's chest.

The guard quickly scribbles down the address, hands shaking slightly as he hands the paper back to Lucifer.

"Here you go, Your Highness. Just...be careful. Her parties can get pretty wild."

"Thanks," Lucifer says bluntly, taking the paper and turning back to Charlie and Vaggie.

"What's the plan?" Vaggie asks.

"We're going to this party," Lucifer replies, determination etched on his face. "I have to talk to her."

"Why are you so obsessed with this girl?" Charlie laughs. "I mean, I know she's hot but-"

"I've known her since the beginning do time, I met her before your mother was even created. She was my best friend." Lucifer tells them and they both go quiet.

"Oh...shit." Charlie coughs.

"Let's go then, let's find her." Vaggie nods and then so does Charlie.

The trio makes their way out of the stadium, dodging groups of concertgoers still buzzing from the performance. They manage to flag down a taxi and give the driver the address, settling in for the ride.

As they wind through the neon-lit streets of the Pride Ring, Lucifer's mind races. He hasn't seen El in centuries, and now she's back, more vibrant and powerful than ever. He needs to explain himself, to apologize, to make things right. But how? What can he possibly say to make up for the years of silence and pain?

She knows exactly what happened to him, she was there. And he wasn't exactly considering her in any of his actions when he should've.

The taxi pulls up to a grand, sprawling mansion, it's exterior pulsating with colorful lights and thumping music. Even from the outside, it's clear that the party is in full swing. Lucifer takes a deep breath and steps out, followed closely by Charlie and Vaggie.

"We're gonna go get a drink, you go." Charlie gently pats his back.

Lucifer nods as he turns to face the party. His eyes nervously scan the room, desperately looking for her. The scene inside is nothing short of chaotic. Demons, angels, and redeemed sinners alike fill the rooms, dancing, drinking, and reveling in the spectacle of it all. A few members of the hotel are sitting by a big table so Lucifer heads there first.

"Angel, hi." He stands beside the spider demon.

"Hey, I didn't know you'd be here." He smiles.

"Do you know where El is?"

"Who?"

"Elizabeth? The girl throwing this party?"

"Oh, I didn't know she was throwing this party. I haven't even seen her around. Apparently, she does these in Heaven too and she's rarely even there. Maybe she's here tonight though, I'm hearing a lot of whispers." Angel shrugs.

"Whispers? Whispers about what? What kind of person throws big ass parties they don't attend?" He asks.

"Who knows about that last question, but apparently, she's got a whole mystery vibe going on," Angel says, leaning back in his chair. "I've heard whispers that she's been seen in multiple places at once. Some say she's got an army of doppelgängers, others say she's got the power to teleport. There's even a rumor that she doesn't really exist, that she's just a legend conjured up by the desperate and the damned."

"Okay, none of that is true," Lucifer chuckles. "Wait, so no one knows where she is?"

"I'd ask Husk. He's upstairs gambling, money only, no souls." He shrugs.

"Thanks, Angel." Lucifer nods and Angel just hums as he walks away.

He then turns to the large staircase. It's grand and beautiful. The more he looks around though, the less the house feels like her. Not the Lizzie he knew, anyway. He turns the corner and his heart stops when he sees her right beside Husk at the table with a smile.

"Blow on my dice, Liz?" He chuckles.

"Come on, Husk, I wanna throw 'em." She giggles and he immediately hands her the dice.

Lucifer begins charging through the crowd like a bull but he can't get to her. People keep moving in front of him, trying to crowd her. They immediately block her, his height is no advantage. He tries to push through but it's no use. The crowd around her cheers and he groans as he tries to get to the front.

After a minute or so of pushing he gets to the front but she's not there. He practically falls to his knees to pray that he'll get to see her. It wouldn't work but he'd try anything at this point. When he sees Adam standing on the edge by the railing of the stairs, he cringes.

He swallows his pride as he walks up to the first man.

"Adam, hey...man." He says awkwardly.

"What do you want?" He scoffs.

"Do you remember Lizzie?"

"Of course, I do. She's hot as fuck, we've hooked up a few times." He smirks smugly and Lucifer wants to strangle him for a moment.

"Did you see where she went?"

"She doesn't want to see you."

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"She hates you."

His stomach drops for a moment. He believes it, he did a lot of stupid shit. But he still wants to see her. After all, he built his life around her and what she wanted without even thinking about it. He realized right after building this life here, building his own home, that he made it in the image of her dreams.

"I need to see her, Adam." He says more vulnerably than ever.

"Why do you want everything I want?" He turns to face Lucifer.

"It's not about that, it's just- you know our history. If you know where she is, please just tell me." He breathes out.

Adam thinks for a moment, his foot tapping as he leans on the railing again. He sighs for a moment before looking back at Lucifer.

"If she's anywhere, she's on the roof." He tells him.

"Thank you, Adam, really. Thank you." Lucifer smiles before immediately turning to the balcony.

When he pushes open the door at the top, he's greeted by a cool breeze and the sight of the city's neon lights stretching out into the horizon. He turns around and there's a small ladder that leads to the roof. He goes to climb it without hesitation and that's when he sees her. She has a water bottle in her hands and when she looks down to see him, it falls.

The small green bottle begins to roll down the roof but he catches it.

"Hey." He says softly as he places both feet on the roof and walks to sit beside her, offering the bottle.

"What are you doing here, Lucifer?" She sighs.

"I had to see you, I just saw your show. It was incredible," He says, his voice wracked with emotion. She looks stunning with the wind blowing her hair just right. "It's been too long, El. I needed to find you, to talk to you."

"Talk? After all this time? Why now?" She crosses her arms.

"Because you're important to me. And I made some dumb decisions but-"

"Don't minimize it to that. I warned you what would happen, I was stupid enough to stick by your side." She sighs. "You piss me off. You made me look stupid...weak. I loved you."

"I- El, I loved you too. I swear I did." He breathes out.

"No, you don't do that to someone you love." She shakes her head.

"Elizabeth, you knew me better than anyone." He starts.

"And now I don't. We haven't spoken in millennia, Lucifer. I'm okay with just being a part of your origin story and you being a part of mine. I'm okay with all of our memories being just stories. You should learn to be okay with that. I heard you have a daughter now— good for you." She sighs before taking a sip of her water.

"You were my first love." He turns to face her.

"Grow up, Lucifer." She laughs.

"I remember when I was 'Lu' and 'Luci' instead of just my full name." He sighs.

"I waited for you. I was convinced you'd return and tell me about the crazy journey you went through. And then I found out you got married and had a kid and I moved on. It's bad enough I had to hear about your every damn move knowing you never heard about me. You didn't have to go through that torture of watching me change." She leans back and looks up at the sky.

Before she can say anything else, she stands up and brushes herself off.

"Take care of your daughter. Don't make the same mistakes again." She says as she begins to walk away.

He watches her as she walks away with this feeling in his heart. He needs to make this better, he needs to fix this.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Evaluation

Carmilla is worried that Vaggie is a permaregressor so she gets her evaluated by a therapist!

Vaggie had been acting a bit younger lately. Whenever Carmilla would ask how old she was, she would always respond with “i’m big” and try to escape the conversation. At first, Carmilla let her avoid it, knowing it may be overwhelming for her to talk about. But as the days went on, she never seemed to actually age up. She would always act like a little kid. Not exactly a toddler but maybe a 5-6 year old. Her little lisp would sometimes show when she was talking, she would be mesmerized by the toy aisle whenever they go out and would ask to buy one, she would get extremely distressed if anything sexual was ever mentioned, she needed help getting dressed, and she constantly needed reassurance.

Carmilla finally decided that she needed to go get it checked out by a permaregressor therapist. It would help her figure out what mental age Vaggie usually was. If they figured that out, then Carmilla could know exactly how to accommodate her need.

On the day of her appointment, Carmilla got Vaggie dressed and fed before buckling her in her booster seat. Since Vaggie was so short, even when she was “big” she would still have to use the booster seat. Luckily, she wasn’t very embarrassed by it.

They made it to the building where the therapist was. She helped Vaggie out of her seat and held her hand as they walked through the parking lot and into the building. The little one skipped happily and made sure to step over all the cracks in the road. She didn’t want her mama to get hurt!

When they got to the waiting room, Vaggie sat on the floor.

“Mija, come sit in the chair, the floor isn’t very clean,” Carmilla patted the seat next to her.

“No! I like the floor!” Vaggie protested. The overlord just sighed.

“Alright, alright, but don’t be surprised if you catch something. Your body isn’t used to hells germs,” Carmilla said. Since heaven had barely any germs, Vaggie’s immune system wasn’t the best. It didn’t know how to fight off sicknesses. They already had to deal with Vaggie’s body not liking the food of hell, they didn’t need her to constantly catch illnesses. 

Vaggie played on Carmilla’s hellphone until she was called back. The therapist first spoke to Carmilla without Vaggie in the room. The little one didn’t like that and threatened to throw a tantrum but luckily, the talk wasn’t long enough to get her distraught. 

But she did start to throw a small fit when she needed to be evaluated without her mama being there. She finally calmed down when Carmilla promised that she would be just outside the door.

The therapist called Carmilla back in after about an hour.

“So, I’m just gonna get straight to point. Vaggie, here, is a permaregressor,” she told Carmilla. The overlord honestly kind of expected this. It wasn’t too much of a surprise. It was just good to know. However, Vaggie looked up with tears in her eyes.

“Is that bad?” she asked.

“No, sweetheart, it’s not, it just means you’re almost always in a regressed headspace,” Carmilla kneeled down to her.

“How old is she usually?” Carmilla asked the therapist.

“Well, she seems to be in the headspace of an older toddler to a young kid. Does she regress to this age often?” she asked.

“No, not really. She’s mainly a baby regressor,” Carmilla explained, sitting down in one of the chairs and hoisting Vaggie onto her lap.

“Okay, well she may regress to baby sometimes but her normal headspace would be about 4-7 years old,” the therapist says, “but this shouldn’t change too many things. Just treat her how you would when she regresses. Remind her to do things, help her with certain activities, and just show her love and affection,”

Carmilla bounced her little one on her knee as she processed the information. She was glad there wasn’t anything that was damaging to her mental health.

They left the building soon after and Carmilla had to explain in a little more detail what the evaluation was. Luckily, she took it pretty well and didn’t have a meltdown over it once she explained that nothing would change. Even though it didn’t change anything, it was still good to know.

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 11 - Mesmerize

Mesmerize (verb) 1. to completely capture the attention of; spellbind; fascinate 2. to hypnotize or put into a trancelike state; cause (someone) to be open to the power of suggestion

Tags & Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content

After two more rounds of drinks and a masterful performance of a Britney Spears Medley by Angel you all decided to return home to the hotel. Alastor guided you out the door with his hand on your lower back, glaring at the silhouettes in the VIP section as he did with a taunting sneer. You, in turn, didn't spare a look in that direction, determined not to even give them the grace of acknowledgment. Everyone was more or less tipsy, except for Alastor who maintained his usual poise - and you, since you were the only one who didn't drink any alcohol at all. While Alastor carried a giggling Niffty under his arms like a travel bag, you and Husk had Angel wedged in between the two of you, stabilizing the spider demons staggering steps. Angel was a very loud and fun drunk, flirting with everyone and anything, even a lamp post you passed by. With teamwork and a lot of sweet talking you got him to stop grinding on it and continue to walk.

The hotel lobby was dark and gloomy in comparison to the lounge and the flashing city lights, the only light source brightening the hall the burnt down fireplace.

“Guys, that was so much fun! Thank you all... I... I really love you...” Charlie exclaimed teary eyed. There was always an emotional drunk. Vaggie shook her head with a crooked smile and wished everyone a good night, throwing the now sobbing Charlie over her shoulder and headed to their room.

Niffty was quietly snoring under Alastor's arms, and he excused himself, taking her to her room. Which left you and Husk (mostly you) to convince Angel to down a glass of water and get to bed too. “Are you sure you can find you own room? I don't want to find you in my bed.”, you mused, watching his wobbly steps with slight worry. “Ha, baby, 'ya wish 'ya were that lucky!”, Angel laughed and pinched your cheek. “'Ya can stay and have some good ol' quality time with Husky, pussy to pussy...” he snickered and stumbled up the stairs. You turned to Husk, who had already rounded the bar and fixed himself another toxic looking drink. You sat on a barstool, one eyebrow high. “Feeling dehydrated already?”, you lean forward and read the label on the bottle Husk put down. 'Cheap Booze'. Very original.

“If 'yo don't sober up, 'yo can't get hungover.” Husk grinned, pulling up an empty glass. “Last call, kiddo. What's 'yo poison?” You gave Husk a soft look, pointing at a white bottle in the tiny fridge. “How about a virgin white russian?” “... 'yo jokin'.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Am I laughing?”

Husk chuckled hoarsely, shaking his head. He put some ice cubes in the glass and poured straight cream in. “Don't tell anyone I made that, I gotta reputation.” You took the glass and clinked it with his, then took a sip. “Too bad, best virgin white russian I've ever had, and the world will never know.”

Husk grinned, taking another sip. “'Yo know, 'yo got some good talent on that stage, kid. Could've made yourself a name down here.”

You tilted your head. You felt like it wasn't just a compliment, but that Husk was implying something.

“(Y/n), listen...“ Husky started, more serious now. “'Yo gotta good head on 'yo shoulders... jus', don't take too much shit from him, okay? It's not my business what 'yo whole deal is...” he gripped his hand tighter around his glass, avoiding your eyes, “but 'yo deserve better than sum... thing to be played with.”

You stared at him, mind racing. Where did that come from? Your tail swished slightly under your legs. You tried to word your reply carefully.

“I appreciate you saying that, Husk.” you say, looking him straight in the eyes. “But I promise you, I am not doing anything I don't want to do.” Not a lie. He eyed you as if he wanted to say something, but it seemed he changed his mind. He took your now empty glass. “Okay. Jus'... wanted to say that. Now go hit the hay.” “Good night Husk.” “'Night, kid.”

Alastor sat by the fire in his room, in his favorite chair, crossed legs, elbows on each of the armrests, his fingers intertwined in front of his tense smile. If a lesser mind would've seen him, they would think he's brooding.

Ha! No. Alastor was evaluating.

After taking Niffty to her room and making sure she'd stay in it, he had returned to the foyer, but only found a tired, exhaustingly annoying Husk. His little servant had already gone to rest for the night, the cat demon had informed him with too much smugness for his liking. Insolence never sat right with Alastor, but a quick yank on his soulchains had corrected that mistake sufficiently enough. He had left the coughing cat and made long, quick strides to his room, sending Ozul to spy on her, just as a precaution of course, and used the wait for his return to think in solitary.

This evening has been very interesting for many reasons, and while he waited for his shadow to return, he dissected every one of them.

His conversation with Rosie still left him without a real conclusion. Despite what he said to Rosie – and he had to admit it wasn't his most eloquent or even satisfactory explanation, and he knew Rosie had seen right through it - he couldn't reasonably justify the measures he took on her to lure one of her alter egos out. His friend had been right – it wasn't like him. And it irked him to not know. 'You want my advice, Alastor? I'll happily give it to you:, with it a little personal puzzle to solve: Find the obvious truth in the protective lie.'

He echoed her words in his mind. His dear friend knew better than to hand him answers directly, but right now, in his chair, he found it more frustrating that invigorating. If he wanted to find out what she meant, logic dictated to first of all reveal the lie, peeling it to get to the truth. So what would his jewel girl lie about? His brows furrowed. Her loyalty to him? Evidence proofed otherwise, she had done any- and everything he asked her to without question or hesitation. Even when he crossed that physical line, she had allowed him to use her, reacted to his touch in the way he wanted her to... Mh.

She had reacted to him. Just like he wanted her to.

Realization hit him, stretching his smile until the corners of his lips hurt. She always had her facade in place – collected, calm, detached, except in special moments with him. Smiling just for him. When that excuse for a media demon made his foolish advances to her in the lounge, even going so far as to touch her... Alastor growled at the memory, breathing out a slow, husk breath. ...she had reacted so much more differently, with disgust and anger. What a pleasure it had been to hear her answer... “I think I can decide best which company to keep, and I am fully and extraordinarily satisfied with my current employer.”

He felt a pleasant shudder pass through him. Her words on their own, while indeed enjoyable, weren't the only catalyst for his reaction. It was how she had said these well-chosen words, the icy acid that made it clear she truly meant each of them, the underlying venomous intent and how hard she controlled her rage, her clear wish to incinerate that pathetic parasite. But of course she didn't. She worried to get him in trouble by putting his long time enemy in his rightful place. He had gladly given her the small push – or better: permission – she needed to get up on that stage and rectify this missed opportunity in the best way he could imagine. Watching her, in that borderline scandalous skirt, her figure shaped like an hourglass and swaying expertly to the music as she sent Vox the clear message he had been so oblivious to... yet again, always searching for his eyes, his approval...

Could it be that his gem, his inestimable crown jewel, had developed feelings for him? He drew in a sharp breath. It would be plausible, Rosie was more proficient in matters of the heart, so of course she'd know way before him.

The protective lie: Her meticulously crafted mask of stoic neutrality that she presented to everyone she met. The obvious truth: That he, and only he, was able to shatter this mask, because she had fallen for him.

With dark pride filling his throat his stomach felt hot, his chest was tight and his mouth watering. This information and it's implications meant he had full access to her vulnerability, a privilege no one else possessed – a turn of events that was as unexpected as it was impelling. To properly test his theory he had to create more of these... special moments. And didn't he always say no time like the present? Alastor shot up from his chair and whirled around, adjusting his tie with a strange feeling of urgency while he summoned Ozul back. If his kitten was still awake, he could put his plan into action this very night. The thought made him hum with anticipation. But a minute went by, then two, then three, and his shade still hadn't come back. He had given him too much liberty, Alastor thought with a snarl, and swung open his door. He would have to reprimand him later. He took silent steps into the candle-lit hallway. If you want something done right, do it yourself.

The clothes you shed were clammy with the sweat from the night. You put them lazily over the armrest of the wing back chair, making a mental note to wash them first thing in the morning and give them back to Angel. The evening had overheated you, and you decided against pants tonight, so you just slipped into a soft, flowy top.

The clock showed quarter past midnight, you hadn't even realized it had been this late. You yawned, and sat down on your bed. After being out with everyone, this room felt suddenly too quiet... maybe you could ask Alastor for a radio.

You lied down on the duvet cover, crossed your arms and sighed. The short conversation with Husk replayed in your mind – he seemed to suspect that you made a deal with Alastor, and in genuine worry about him taking advantage of you. While it was a gesture of compassion, something you didn't expect from the cat demon (so soon), it left you feeling uneasy. You closed your eyes. From an external standpoint, knowing of your circumstances, anyone would say you were Alastor's toy. Shit, even you would've said that, it's not that you minded before. You weren't offended thinking like that. But lately, it had felt... different. Even before the – let's call it 'incident', gradually, something had changed within you. Gone was the protective indifference. Gone was the peaceful numbness. Maybe that was this so called 'Stockholm Syndrome'. Getting infatuated with your capturer would be such a nice cherry on top.

Memories of fingers on your spine flashed before your eyes, hands on your shoulders while your fingers pressed down on piano keys, heavy lidded eyes taking you in when you opened the door tonight, hot breath burning your ears, black and red claws clapping in orange and red light... With a shocked gasp, you realized your hands had unwound themselves and traveled down your stomach, halting right above your core. Your eyes opened wide, and it looked like your whole form was radiating a pinkish aura. Trembling, you lifted your hands to your eyes. “What the hell...”, you could hear yourself whisper. Please, we need this...

Your eyes darted throughout the room, searching for the source of that voice... only it was everywhere. All around you... no... In you. You know we like to beg, but now is not the time... you made us wait for so long. We need it. “Wh..”, you stopped talking, completely bewildered, closing your eyes again. 'I don't understand...', you thought. Oh, you do, honey. And you know it's true. 'I can't... I can't do this. It's wrong.'

You heard your own voice laugh, like a purr, teasing. Then why does it feel so right? Come on, lying isn't our thing. Nobody has to know, we can be quiet...

In a trance, you lowered your hands until your fingertips landed softly on your bare skin of your thighs, trailing upwards. Your nails scraped lightly over your skin, making you draw in deep, shuddering breaths. As they reached the barrier of your underwear, you stilled. “What am I doing?” you breathed, shuting your eyes, almost whining. Just what we would want him to do... just imagine, imagine it was him touching you, please... With a needy sigh, your hand pushed under and past the fabric, gliding along your wetness. How did you get so fucking wet already? A heavy breath escaped your lips as your fingers became slick, gliding through your folds with ease, encircling your sensitive bud. Your head felt like it was burning from the inside... torn between pleasure and diffidence. Imagine him, imagine he would take care of you, praise you, such a good girl...

A soft, quiet moan rippled from your throat as you increased the pressure, going deliciously slow and shifting your legs slightly further apart to give more room to your working hand. You felt like your head would split in two, the pressure from the inside almost unbearable. He would like how wet we are for him... how good we'd smell, how warm, how soft... Your fingers circled the bundle of nerves tentatively, your mind getting hazy. You could feel your core start to flutter, a deep need creeping up on you. 'I can't... I can't think about that.' you chided yourself desperately. Yes we can, the voice cooed, think of him - touching us, calling us his little gem while he does all the things that we need to make us come undone with these long, slender fingers... With a deep, ragged breath, you pushed a finger inside, trying to keep yourself quiet. It was the first time you've touched yourself in what felt like forever, and the fact that it was Alastor's face in your mind and voice in your ear that had gotten you to this point made you feel lewd and embarrassed. You felt yourself clenching around your digit, desperate for more friction, and you had to add another finger, moving them faster, in and out. The way your body twitched with want was unfamiliar and scary, yet so sinfully sweet. You could almost feel his gaze on you, hungry eyes, his smile wide and cocky at your neediness. The idea alone had your breath hitch. Would he want you as bad as you wanted him? Would he like the way you looked when you came, dripping and sobbing his name? Would he withdraw just before your high to make you beg to ruin you? You gasped loudly as you pressed down on your clit, rubbing it painfully hard. A shiver rolled through your body, a spark of pain accompanying the rush of pleasure. You were so, so close already... He would want to make us come again and again and again... Your free arm swung up to your mouth, you bit your arm in an attempt to stop the oncoming mewl, tasting the blood you drew from your canines breaking your skin. He'd make us pray to his name... say it... say it... SAY IT!

“Alastor...”

As you cried out his name, the tension broke and a hot rush of ecstasy rolled over you, waves of pleasure crashing into your whole form, ripping you apart.

He had reached the end of the staircase when his ears jolted upright, rigid. Listening intently, he sorted the noises, discarding the typical sounds of the nightly hotel and focusing on the unusual ones. A soft whine? He stalked nearer to her door. Was she crying? No, no. He knew how she sounded when she shed tears. This was different. Again, he summoned Ozul. Again, his shadow didn't come. He furrowed his brows in annoyance when a scent hit him, sweet and ripe, coming from her room. Intoxicated, he sped his strides and reached her threshold, concentrating on what he heard while inhaling the luscious aroma. His pulse went faster by the second at the sound of quiet moans, desperate whimpers and heavy breathing. Sounds so similar to those he heard not too long ago. He reached for the doorknob when suddenly...

“Alastor...”

Her voice, so clear, so wanton, so infuriatingly delectable. His hand twitched with noisy cracks, and in an instant, he sent his shadows to every door in the hallway, blocking them from opening and melted into dark smoke, flowing quickly under her door and reshaped in her room.

Here she was, lying on her bed barely dressed, in an utmost sinful position. She was flushed, blotches of rose and pinks painted on her gray canvas skin, trembling legs spread sensually as he caught her lost gaze, completely swallowed by waves of pleasure. And next to her... Another her , in shimmering translucent pink like a carved glass figurine, laid next to her, its mouth at his kittens ear like it was whispering to her. It turned its head slightly as he appeared before her, and it smiled at him provocatively. He stopped breathing, taking this image in. He felt his antlers growing, his eyes darken and bones cracking. This creature, this energy, this sight...

His gem didn't move, but her copy did. As if it was floating, it left (Y/n)s side, facing him with a sultry expression. He crept forward, slowly. She mimicked him, gliding to meet him at half the distance. The only sounds between them were his now ragged breath, his kittens exhausted sighs from the bed and his own static, buzzing and snapping more ardently with every inch that separated them. He stopped, an arms length away from it, and it did the same, tilting his head at him in playful provocation. Its lifeless eyes glimmered in the flickering light of the bedside lamp, casting rose colored specs on the walls. Alastor felt a strange pull when it lifted her hands to him, as if inviting him. She drifted back to the bed, and he hungrily followed, his grin unnaturally wide, teeth shimmering with drool. She seemed to laugh, and finally, its hand touched his. He had expected a flow of power. But nothing happened. His eyes snapped to it in a low growl. The alter ego just shook its head, and guided his hand to his kittens chest. As his claws hit her supple skin, many things happened all at once. The copy shattered into glittery dust. (Y/n) gasped as if snapping out of a trance, her shocked eyes widening at him. And he was overflooded with pure energy, washing over him, setting his nerves on fire.

“A-Alastor... I'm sorry... I didn't... “, she stuttered, the feeling of shame and embarrassment all over her face as she tried to pry away from him. Oh no. As if he'd let her get away now. Not when he had his answer so close to him.

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[chaifootsteps]

This was beautifully said, Anon. Agreed completely.

Hazbin was definitely a little rough, a little bit of a mess, but it was rough in that sincere and human way you get with labors of love like this. You could absolutely feel how many people put their hearts and souls into it, which was part of the charm of Hunicast, and I think a big part of the charm of Lackadaisy now. It was mesmerizing to think that a group of determined people could make this happen. It was magical.

And then there were the characters for all the reasons you've highlighted here. Even Helluva had that going on in its pilot to an extent -- it was louder and cruder and wackier, but it ended on a feeling that no matter what horny predatory owls or annoying kids came their way, these four characters would always have each other. Underneath all of Hazbin's sex jokes and rapidfire swears, it really was about the love Charlie had for her subjects, the sanctuary these flawed, literally damned people were on track to find with one another. It was the little things, like Charlie calling her mom or saying she got the "You don't take shit from other demons" thing from her dad or Angel almost comforting her. It was Vaggie pulling a spear on the Radio Demon to protect not just Charlie but everyone in the building, and Alastor offering to make jambalaya for everyone.

Now here we are, it's four years later, Helluva is a joyless, inconsistent catastrophe that Vivzie insists you're homophobic if you criticize. Most of the people who poured their souls into Hazbin are gone, because Vivzie got what she wanted out of them and decided she didn't need them anymore. We've got a trailer with A24's name on it and a jab at critics that doubles as a cum joke, but it's not the polished look or consistent animation that captivated everyone back then. The moment's gone. The heart's gone.

I love how you put it, like lightning in a bottle. It really was.

[doliacuddles]

LUXURY UNVEILED.

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

❝𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌.❞

Who would have thought? Who would have imagined that you would end up in Lucifer Morningstar's bed? A simple sinner seeking redemption at the Hazbin Hotel, now found herself lying on his bed, covered with his red velvet sheets. The scene seemed like something out of an extravagant dream, but it was the most tempting reality you had ever imagined.

Just a few months ago, the idea of being with the King of Hell would have seemed utterly insane. You with Lucifer? Ha! How funny that would have been. But life has a strange way of surprising you, doesn't it? After the first encounter at the Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer was completely mesmerized by you. His burning gaze and magnetic charm swept you up in a whirlwind of emotions that you still didn't fully comprehend.

From that day on, Lucifer would leave gifts for you whenever he could, and each day he outdid himself even more. His gifts were extravagant, exclusive, and filled with an irresistible charm that left you breathless. From dazzling jewels to ancient artifacts of incalculable value, each gift was a testament to his affection and devotion to you.

One day, he surprised you with a jewel called Cœur de la Mer, a dazzling creation that rivaled the beauty of the ocean itself. With tears of emotion in your eyes, you vaguely mentioned that you remembered a similar jewel called the Hope Diamond, famous for its history and incalculable value.

The next day, you found a black velvet box waiting for you on the table. With trembling hands, you opened the box to discover the Hope Diamond resting inside, its flashes of light reflecting in your eyes with a brilliant intensity.

You sighed with a mixture of fascination and nervousness as a faint smile curved your lips. You were well aware of the legend of the Hope Diamond, would you fall into disgrace like the other former owners? Was Lucifer aware of it? A million thoughts swirled through your mind as your fingers delicately caressed the surface of the jewel.

Before you could lift it from the box, a knock on the door echoed in the room, taking you by surprise. "Come in!" You shouted from inside your room. The door opened seconds later, revealing Charlie with a nervous expression on her face.

Upon seeing her, you quickly turned to greet her properly. "Hello, Charlie. Is something wrong?" Your voice sounded serene, but your thoughts were still fixed on the jewel behind you.

Charlie entered the room with a restless step, and as she talked about a new activity for the guests of the Hazbin Hotel, you noticed how her eyes lingered on something behind you.

"Oh, what a beautiful jewel! Where did you get it?" Her voice resonated with genuine surprise and admiration, breaking the tense silence that had filled the room.

You responded with a soft laugh, finding Charlie's reaction entertaining. "A secret admirer left it for me. Isn't it beautiful? It's called the Hope Diamond. It's said to have a curse. Anyone who owns it will fall into disgrace and die over time." Your tone was calm, but you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you spoke those words.

Charlie's expression shifted from admiration to compassion upon hearing you mention the curse of the jewel. Before she could articulate a word, Vaggie interrupted the scene, urging Charlie to join the rest of the group for the planned activity.

You turned to delicately close the box and placed it in one of your desk drawers. You directed a comforting smile at Charlie as you took her arm, following Vaggie into the main hall of the Hazbin Hotel to participate in the day's activities.

As the days went by, the connection between you and your mysterious admirer became increasingly evident to the guests of the Hazbin Hotel, especially when they saw you impeccably dressed in elegant and exclusive Hellish attire on weekends.

Days before, during one of Lucifer's visits to Charlie, he found you in a hallway. With courage, Lucifer invited you on a date, a proposal you eagerly accepted. Since then, you went out together to luxurious places in different rings of Hell.

Lucifer made sure that each date was unique and memorable. He never allowed you to repeat the same clothes or jewelry from the previous date. Always the next day, he left some custom-designed designer garment exclusively for you, leaving you speechless at his generosity and attention to detail.

As months passed, your life underwent a surprising transformation. What was once a modest wardrobe became a treasure trove of elegant and exclusive garments, reflecting the refinement and luxury that now surrounded you. Your room, once simple and discreet, was transformed into a sanctuary of opulence, adorned with art and objects of inestimable value. Lucifer, with his magic ability, mysteriously expanded your space, turning it into a stage worthy of a fairy tale. This extravagance did not go unnoticed among the guests of the Hazbin Hotel, who raised suspicions about the relationship between you and the King of Hell. However, Lucifer responded with his typical charm, explaining that his gestures were a demonstration of his faith in your capacity for redemption.

Despite the growing speculation, no one suspected the true bond you shared with Lucifer, and that was precisely how you preferred it.

And so, with all this in mind, you find yourself in the current situation: in Lucifer's bed. Although your relationship had been platonic until now, the sexual tension between you had been increasing since your dates became more frequent. The scent of wine permeated the air, serving as a catalyst for the spark that finally ignited between you.

But how did you get to this point? The wine undoubtedly helped to relax inhibitions, but it was also the result of accumulated tension and an increasingly deep emotional connection that united you. Every gesture of affection and every gift from Lucifer had created a bond between you, a bond that now manifested itself in intense and burning passion.

You sat on the edge of the bed, letting your gaze wander around the room as you tried to make sense of what had happened the night before. Details began to emerge slowly in your mind, like scattered pieces of a puzzle that slowly came together.

You remembered the feeling of Lucifer's fingers on your skin, a caress that seemed to ignite flames within you. Although in other contexts it might have been painful, for you it had been a source of pleasure and ecstasy.

You delicately searched for a robe to cover your obvious nudity, aware that you were venturing into unfamiliar territory. With confident steps, you walked down the familiar hallway, your steps guided by a kind of mental map that led you straight to the kitchen.

The paintings on the walls, once mere decorations, now took on a new meaning. The images of Charlie, Lucifer, and Lilith evoked emotions that you had previously ignored, a mixture of nostalgia and longing that left you breathless. A flash of insecurity pierced your heart, but you quickly dismissed it as you crossed the threshold of the kitchen and encountered Lucifer.

The King of Hell turned his head upon hearing the door open, and his smile illuminated the room when he saw you. "Hello, duckling," he greeted you cheerfully, showing you the skillet he held in his hand. "I made pancakes, sit down, I'll serve them to you soon," he added before returning to his task.

Surprise painted your face as you watched Lucifer, and all the doubts you had harbored moments before vanished at his warm welcome. "Of course, Lucy," you replied with a smile, taking a seat at the kitchen table and starting a conversation that flowed with comforting ease.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

[rustycopper4use]

HEADCANNONS TIME

Clemie and Denise both died around the same time. While Sarah a bit earlier than them

Denise was desperate not wanting to repeat previous mistakes that got her in the first place. She when to the hazbin hotel

Clemie wondered around for a while on her own. Till she got into some trouble she couldn’t talk herself out of and landed on the steps of the hotel

Sarah got dragged in by the scruff of their neck by Charlie. As if finding a stray cat on the streets

SETTLING INTO THE HOTEL

Denise had the tendency to pick a fight with the radio demon. Reason being the demon himself couldn’t stand dogs, and Denise took it as he didn’t like her as a person. And now everyone is too afraid to get involved with it. Charlie did once. She still has nightmares about it.

clemie was more energetic than Charlie and vaggie would’ve guessed.

but that was the least of there worries. They soon learned that leaving nifty and Clemie alone with each other. Husk still has bald spots from the chemical fire those two started

Sarah was just kinda there, when they first got dragged in, Charlie thought it’d be a great bounding opportunity for Angel to be around someone else who’s spider like. It wasn’t the greatest idea, but who knows.

Sarah sat in silence while Angel tries to get an reaction from them

after a while Angel figured out what made them crack

much to his dismay it wasn’t his doing but a wins a win.

It was caused by someone turning on a tv, and a vox commercial came on

satan knows how Sarah heard it but non the less, they’re flat expression changed as they watch mesmerizing at the tv

If sarahs in a bad mood just put on of Voxs shows on its like a baby sensory video

Clemie would be more inclined to hang out with angel or nifty, liking how they can match her chaos

densie would probably hang out with husk or maybe vaggie

Sarah would probably hang out with sir prentsus. (Before he got redeemed) or Angel (it’s super one sided, he kinda thinks Sarah is weird) Sarah likes to listen to him talk

Sarah is a fan of beezlubub(lava lamp)

Sarah is intimidated by Charlie and Denise but learned quickly that they should be afraid of Clemie

densie always has some form of rocks she can’t get rid of on herself

Clemie always smells like smoke and fire

If you have more ideas please tell!

Oooo Hazbin hotel au~~~

The furr- @piffany666 (/j)

I think she’d have beef with radio demon tbh

[robodaydreamer]

RadioHusk Week - #1. Falling in Love

I have a weakness for heart-eyed, lovestruck expressions!

Here’s a little fic for this awful comic. Hope you enjoy!

This counter never seemed to be clean enough… though he didn’t really give too much of a shit about cleanliness either way. All he had to do was make it look like he gave a damn about it and his peppy princess hotel manager of this shitshow would leave him alone.

That and Niffty wouldn’t feel as compelled to hop, skip, or literally jump over their residents to get to him in her haste to clean it. The last time he let the bar get the slightest bit dirty… okay it was fucking disgusting… but the last time that happened he’d been tackled rather viciously to the floor.

He was used to laying unceremoniously in a heap on the ground, but that had just been ridiculous. Not to mention the headache he had to deal with after the back of his head had bounced off of the floor was something he really could have done without.

He’d pick a hangover over a concussion any day of the week. Although, it had gotten him out of work for the rest of the day. Maybe he’d get her to do it voluntarily once in a while.

With a snort and a shake of his head, Husk wrung out the small towel clenched between his claws and slapped it against the counter, pushing it back and forth along the hard surface for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

...

He needed a drink.

Muttering a few choice swears, he scrubbed at a particularly sticky spot on the wooden counter, his mouth twitching into an irritated scowl.

Before he could throw the soaked rag away carelessly and most likely at some poor random passerby, a loud bout of laughter caught his attention.

Charlie came into the lobby, mouth seemingly moving a mile a minute as she spoke with their notorious radio demon.

Alastor was nodding his head appropriately, responding just as fast if not faster as he waved his arms around in the air as melodramatically as he possibly could.

He fucking would…

As the two came to a stop, Husk watched as Alastor brought out his microphone staff, a jazzy upbeat tune filling the lobby with a wave of his hand.

As much as Husk hated to admit it, and he really really hated admitting these kinds of things, the bastard could sing.

He could sing, he could dance, and he could eat a demon whole. Gross… and yet the crazy sonofabitch was charming as all hell.

His ears perked up as Charlie kicked off their tune, her voice causing the few residents hanging around in the lobby to stop and watch their performance.

He heard a thump and glanced behind him at his tail, giving the offending appendage a glare. For its sake, it better not wag again. He wasn’t a damned dog!

Turning back toward the two, he watched as Alastor spun a random demon who looked just as confused as the rest of them. Heh, the poor shmuck.

Leaning onto the counter, he let his paws rest against the countertop and didn’t notice his tail give another thump behind him. The rag was left forgotten beside him as his claws tapped idly against the wood to the beat of the song.

As Charlie finished what he assumed was her verse, Alastor’s smiling mouth opened to join her in their song, his voice echoing throughout the room.

He felt his fur stand on end as the sound of Alastor’s voice took ahold of him, the tone alone making his heart race in his chest.

Husk would never admit it out loud, but this cannibalistic lunatic had a power over him that was more than just the ability to force him into whatever miscellaneous adventures he could get his entertainment obsessed hands on. 

If only that were the case.

But no, his heart had to go and screw up the whole, “I lost the ability to love years ago” thing he’s had going for himself for decades.

He was royally fucked the moment Alastor wrapped his arm around him after they’d met.

No good clingy overlord. 

Smug bastard is what he was… 

Husk’s eyes roamed over the two, twirling and dancing their way around the lobby. His eyes were focused on the red overlord as he tapped his feet, grin sharpening as his shadow self came out to join in on the fun.

Oh, he was looking for trouble. 

If Vaggie were here, she’d be throwing a fit… heh. He hoped she heard about this. The yelling would be equal parts annoying and hilarious. Annoying because his ears were fucking sensitive as shit, but hilarious and abso-fuckin-lutely worth it because he wasn’t the one who was going to be scolded.

Husk stiffened as he felt the other’s shadow pass behind him, a ghost of a touch akin to caressing traveled along the outer feathers of his wings. 

He turned just in time to watch the creepy entity throw a wink his way before slithering out of his bar area and behind another demon, making said demon jump and cry out in fear.

What was that about?

Glancing back over to Alastor, he wondered if he’d noticed what his shadow had done.

Nope… he was still singing his number.

Honestly, he probably wouldn’t care, seeing as to how touchy Alastor was on his own already. His shadow probably got it from him. 

The guy really liked to piss him off. He always liked to make people squirm…

With a shiver, he allowed himself to relax and watch the rest of the trainwreck in front of him.

Charlie and Alastor looked like they were in their element. The demons surrounding them looked uncomfortable and ready to cry. 

This was the best kind of a trainwreck.

Slumping forward, Husk sighed. How did he do it? How did this nutjob trap his heart in his red clawed grasp? Was it the voodoo magic he always conjured up? Or the looming threat of his everpresent power? Or maybe it was his ability to manipulate even the most cautious of demons?

Did he real him in with his gentlemanly manner, his charming personality, his fearless pride, his brilliant wit…?

Was it his hypnotizing voice or his mesmerizing eyes?

Maybe it was that handsome face… his controlling behavior… or his uncanny skill of convincing just about anyone to dance with him?

As Husk lost himself in his thoughts, he was too distracted to fight off the lovestruck expression that made its way onto his face.

Alastor grabbed Charlie for the final verse of their song to spin and dip her, his grin sharp and utterly satisfied.

Husk couldn’t help imagining himself in her position, held up only by the arms that would be firmly wrapped around him... their faces close… breaths intermingling-

Shit… he was so fucked.

[sondrox]

Infernal Tales Chapter 4 - You know what they say about doctors.

Summary: Vaggie meets Charlie in a hospital.

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13958950/4/Infernal-Tales

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33987667/chapters/85208218

For several days, Vaggie had a cold that refused to go away, at first she tried to ignore it and wait for it to go alone, but to no avail. She tried various medications, but they were of no use to her.

Eventually and without any other option, she had to go to a hospital.

While she waited inside, Vaggie gave herself a little massage on her forehead hoping to dissipate the fever in her, it was almost unbearable and made her feel like she was in hell.

A male nurse called her and took her into a room.

"In a moment a doctor will come," he told her, and Vaggie just nodded. As soon as the male nurse closed the door, Vaggie rested her head against the wall with her eyes closed.

This was stupid. And an absolute waste of time. She never liked hospital. Damn it, who liked hospitals anyways? They never gave her good news ever, not only that, they were extremely expensive, and then people ask themselves why other people decide to–

Her thoughts were blown away when she heard the door opened and heard a female voice.

"Hi! Sorry for keeping you waiting, I was busy with another patient. I'm Dr. Charlotte Magne, but you can just call me Charlie."

That was when she saw who to care for her and for the first time in days she was able to ignore her illness.

The doctor had a shiny white skin, a little more and she could be actual white. Long golden hair that reached her hips, with a white robe a little too small that hugged and wrapped her body, highlighting her curves.

But none of it was as bright as her smile, which lit up not just her face, but the entire room.

"Tell me, what is your problem?"

Only then did Vaggie come back to herself just before a trickle of drool trickled from her mouth.

Vaggie told her about her symptoms, to give her a better diagnosis, and "just to be safe." According to her Charlie, she gave her a standard checkup, for which she had to get quite close.

That's when Vaggie could smell her scent. She was mesmerized "Damn it smells like heaven." Vaggie struggled not to give away her reaction while Charlie checked her out.

"Ok, eyes good, knee too, heart’s turn..." She pulled out a stethoscope and placed it on Vaggie's chest.

"Concentrate." Vaggie thought. "Calm, straight, don't look at her, don't overthink it. Oh my god, I'm blushing right? Please someone tell me is not that obvious she's so–!"

"...Heartbeat…uhm, faster than average" Charlie said and smiled at Vaggie.

"Damn she knows!" She screamed in her mind.

In the end, after some other tests, she gave her some medicine and went back home.

The first thing she did right away was throw everything she had to do with apples.

In the following days Vaggie began to feel better, but she could feel some symptoms lingering, a voice in the back of Vaggie's mind telling her that she alone should continue taking her medication.

But on the other hand, a medical check-up wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

Vaggie was not once, not twice, not three times. If not a total of 6 times.

She sometimes found Charlie, sometimes not. The other times she would touch another doctor, one tall, conceited, arrogant and with a stupid smile that never fell off his face.

Oh, what Vaggie would give for a good punch in those teeths.

Those aggressive thoughts vanished the moment she heard the voice of the person she was looking for. She gave her a "Hello." with her optimistic tone, almost singing, so angelic.

"I'm starting to think that you do this on purpose," Charlie said.

Immediately all the alarms in Vaggie's mind exploded, she was convinced that she herself would explode.

"I don't see you as bad as the first time I saw you." She placed her hand on Vaggie's forehead. "Don’t take it as something bad, I’m just saying out of curiosity, I don’t know, is there some other reason why you're coming to see me?"

"Oh my God," Vaggie thought. Her mind raced through thousand ways it could go wrong. It would take a miracle to get out of this. No! No miracle nor luck! Vaggie would ask her out on her own with no help even if it's the last thing she does!

"I-not-you-can-want-you–"

Vaggie's babbling and her extraordinary failed attempt was interrupted by Charlie's laugh, an innocent and playful laugh, from one moment to the next it grew into a loud mocking laugh, the focus above Charlie's head seemed like the doors that would lead directly to her. to heaven.

But those ideas faded from her head when she saw Charlie's cheerful expression fade into a grim expression, as if someone had told her she didn't like animals.

"My God, are you okay?"

"Hey?" It was the only thing I managed to answer. What if it was okay? Why wouldn't she be?

“You are pale. Breathe a little, you."

To breathe? Nonsense, why would she be worrying about that…well, now that she mentioned it, Vaggie was having a little trouble breathing and she started to feel a little dizzy. Why was she suddenly seeing three Charlies in front of her? At that moment she felt something warm falling from her nose and down to her upper lip. She touched it lightly with her fingertips, uncertain what to expect, her surprise was certain to see that her finger was stained with blood.

Everything around her began to drift away from her.

Before she could say or do anything, Vaggie could not bear the weight of her own body and collapsed on the floor. The last thing she heard before everything went black was Charlie's screams of concern as she shook her body in the floor in alarm and called for help.

After a while, Vaggie woke up with some difficulty, she had to concentrate only on opening the iron curtains that she called eyelids. And as if that was not enough, a lightbulb blinded her eyes, forcing her to close her eyes again. She tried to cover the blinding light, but her arms were so heavy that she could do no more than drag them between the sheets like sacks of potatoes.

When her eyes finally adjusted to the light and the dizziness dissipated. Her senses could finally start working on finding out where the hell she was. The first, triggering clue she could pick up was the repetitive beep of the EKG by her bedside.

Had she really been admitted?

This suspicion was confirmed when she was able to move her head with a little more ease and she saw that she was dressed in the blue garment that was given to all patients in a hospital.

Just when she decided this was a pointless waste of time and she started to get out of bed, her bedroom door opened and she heard Charlie's voice.

"You woke up! You had me scared to death," Charlie said as she breathed relaxed with one hand on her chest and with the other hand, she carried a small table with some papers.

She walked over to Vaggie and sat next to her bed. "How lucky that I was with you at the time right?" She tried to ease the situation, but Vaggie didn't want to beat around the bush.

"What happened to me?" At the direct question, Charlie's smile fell a little, to hide it she quickly checked the table she carried with her and pretended to read it as if it were the first time, although she had actually already memorized it for a few hours.

"Well, you had a case of vasovagal syncope and…" Vaggie looked at her confused, obviously not understanding what she was referring to. “You passed out, basically. Looking at your vital signs it was easy to guess why. Unusual high blood pressure, for… well, basically anyone, especially a girl your age. And your good looks." That last part of her whispered to herself, covering her lips with the board for a moment. “I have to assume that not only are you going through a great deal of stress, but that amount of stress is common in your life. Work, perhaps? "

Vaggie pressed her lips together at her revelation, and she pressed them even tighter at the question. She knew she was going to happen sooner or later again. She nodded sadly and unsure.

"My boss...he’s an asshole."

"Yeah, I've heard that before." After that, Charlie continued to ask her routine questions, by the time they were done she prescribed some anxiolytics, Lorazepam, and made an appointment for her to see her again in a few days, which Vaggie found quite strange.

"Shouldn't these things be enough?" She said holding up her prescription in her hand.

“Generally, yes, but since you are prone to high levels of stress, you will need strategies, defense mechanisms, basically. And– ”Charlie stopped short for a second, at what she was about to say, as a small idea flew through her head.

She masked her small shock by clearing her throat. "And, also, a support system."

"People." Vaggie blurted out.

"Friends. A pretty girl like you must have lots. ”Vaggie reacted first with a blush on her face, before she fell into dismay.

"I..." Vaggie shrugged, unable to respond with anything else.

Charlie understood almost immediately and her face mimicked her patient's expression.

"It does not matter, for now just rest, tomorrow in the morning, if everything is in order we will release you and you can go home."

Vaggie nodded accordingly. Charlie went to attend to other matters, but in all that time she could not stop thinking about Vaggie, surely someone should call for her, someone should wait for her at home. Truth?

An hour passed. Two hours, four hours. She would check the phone every five minutes for something, whatever. A voice in her head told her to accept the reality of the facts. But her Charlie just clung, there must be someone who cared about that girl.

The next morning, everything was fine with Vaggie, so the hospital discharged her, but before she could leave, Charlie stopped her at her exit.

“Hey, I know nobody…you know…I just wanted to tell you that if you need help, you can call me whenever you want. I can give you my number. " She took out a pen, but she had forgotten to bring a piece of paper or something like that.

"Won't you have something...?" Charlie asked.

"Aaaaah..."

After being in awkward silence for a while, Charlie ended up jotting her phone number on Vaggie's arm as she giggled.

"You know," Charlie began. "If you want a date, a real date, I'm free on Friday."

The only response she got from Vaggie was a blush all over her face, instinctively she placed the back of her hand on her forehead.

"Are you blushing or is it your fever?"

"Yes."

Fun fact #1: This was directly inspired inspired for one of those "imagine your otp" posts in pinterest.

Fun fact #2: The original version of this episode included Vaggie getting shot by a guy trying to get medicine, that guy would threat Charlie with a gun, and before the guy could shoot, Vaggie would get in the way, but that seemed too exaggerated, so I went for something simpler.

[az-roser]

A quick little sketch in honor of

Lesbian Visibility Day

[kathyprior4200]

Behind the Innocent Mask

(Evil Niffty AU)

 With a snap of Alastor’s fingers, a fire blazed to life with a whoosh in a small circular fireplace. A dark figure fell into the flames, the head poking out and one dark claw resting on the side. He Radio Demon walked over and picked up the figure with his hand. A large yellow eyeball opened up, taking in the curious faces of Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie.

With a poof and a squeak, the smoke and ash cleared and the demon was revealed.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduced before letting go. She landed on her feet. The short cyclops demon wore a bright pink 50’s dress with three white polka dots near the top and a poodle off to the right. Her arms and legs were stick thin. Her short hair was fiery magenta with one portion of it yellow. Like other demons, her teeth were razor sharp.

“Hi! I’m Niffty!” she greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends! Her pupil grew smaller and darted in circles.

“Why are you all women?” she asked. “Have any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude,” she added quickly.

She briefly picked up Charlie, while Vaggie angrily pointed her spear at her. Angel flinched back in surprise. Due to his feminine appearance, Niffty thought Angel was a woman.

She darted behind an overturned couch. “Oh man, this place is filthy!” she exclaimed. She lifted up a couch cushion and spotted a spider dangling from a string of web. She chomped on the spider and continued talking. “It really needs a ladies’ touch, which is weird, because you’re all ladies, no offence.”

She rushed toward stained glass windows with a dust ruffle.

“Oh my gosh, this is awful! No, no, no…” She darted around, removing cobwebs. She ran forward and poked at a piece of cloth with a sewing needle, then continued to clean the room. Alastor grinned in amusement and wondered away while the others stared in disbelief.

The blue piece of cloth which looked like a bug was, in fact, one of many Voodoo like critters that Alastor summoned. Or, in this case, he had stabbed it with a sewing needle before Niffty picked it up and delightfully gobbled it down before continuing her work. It was Alastor’s ways of rewarding her for both being polite and being a source of entertainment.

Later on, Niffty had finished tidying up the room. She walked into the lobby and happened to find Alastor pulling Vaggie and Charlie close and remarking, “This is going to be very entertaining!” Pricks of jealousy stabbed through her mind. Ever the hopeless romantic, Niffty had an obsession with men for as long as she could remember. In her life as a human, she had fantasized about meeting the love of her life and going on various adventures with him. But working as a maid and chimney cleaner to make ends meet in America wasn’t particularly ideal. There were the additional problems of discrimination against women and the Japanese. Indeed, the Pearl Harbor military strike happened in her human lifetime, traumatizing her and her family for many months. If that wasn’t enough, Niffty had been molested by her conservative uncle. That event became one of her angst-filled poem themes she kept in her hot pink notebook.

Things went from bad to worse, when as a young teen, she died in a house fire, after a bad incident while serving an upper class European-American family. It occurred in the 1950s.

Niffty soon ended up in Hell, but could only witness events while living in fire. Fortunately, Hell was full of fire and brimstone, so the servant demon could wonder around. From afar, she admired all the powerful overlords, eventually working for Alastor after he charmed her and offered her a deal. To gain a physical body and meet new friends, assist the Radio Demon. She eagerly accepted.

 Sewing, cooking, cleaning, reading and writing were Niffty’s favorite hobbies. She did all of them when she was a human and still enjoyed them in Hell. Additionally, she could speak some Japanese.

  When Niffty was cleaning the room, she could see concern in the eyes of Vaggie, Angel, and Charlie. She figured that they weren’t used to seeing a demon so hyperactive, with strokes of a chaotic nature thrown in. (With being summoned by Alastor several times, she was bound to pick up a few of his traits).

 Niffty watched from a distance as Alastor changed Charlie’s outfit and shoved Vaggie aside. She briefly looked down at her dress and admired the poodle design. Every time Alastor looked at it, disgust would reach his red eyes, but Niffty also sensed some deeper discomfort. It was amusing during the few times when he let his guard down like that.

 Back when she was human, short with black hair, Niffty would often slip into other characters to practice her acting. Dressing up and “being” other characters was a fun experience, and practical, too. In her spare time as a human, Niffty would sew costumes for herself and even play instruments such as the piano, harmonica, and saxophone.

In many ways, she was similar to Alastor; almost always smiling, energetic, enjoying the thrill of theater. It was so easy for Niffty to get immersed in the realm of fantasy and romance.

 After all, fantasies were better than hell-filled lives of low self-esteem and self-doubt.

 Even now, Niffty was putting on a happy face after dusting off the old grandfather clock in the corner. (It always seemed to stay dirty no matter how hard she tried to clean it). With more demon guests supposedly arriving, she would have to prepare some meals soon. Cooking was fun most of the time, but being pressured to serve fast without any form of gratitude from customers, was tiresome.

 Although Niffty wouldn’t admit it to anyone, she had an awareness of the social structure of Hell, based on her observations hidden within flames. When putting her mind to it, Niffty could be quite manipulative. In fact, she wasn’t hesitant to concoct plans by herself for her own ends. It gave her something to think about while her hands were busy.

When Niffty was cleaning the room, she could see concern in the eyes of Vaggie, Angel, and Charlie. She figured that they weren’t used to seeing a demon so hyperactive, with strokes of a chaotic nature thrown in. (With being summoned by Alastor several times, she was bound to pick up a few of his traits).

  As Alastor sang his reprise, Niffty happily looked at her new outfit conjured by Alastor’s magic: a black and pink dress with a round hat with daisies on the top. Alastor pulled the residents into a hug as Voodoo spirits appeared from the darkness. Niffty admired the show, briefly wishing she had powers like that.

There was a quote that Alastor used that stuck with her: “The world is a stage, and a stage is a world of entertainment.”

If only she could create that worldly stage for herself.

 Alastor kicked a skull away and Niffty rushed to clean up the pieces with a broom and dustpan. A boom rattled the hotel and blew out the windows. Niffty, mesmerized, soon witnessed a door flying straight into her face. Knocked back by the force, she knew that no human could survive that.

Niffty soon appeared outside with the rest of the group, watching as Sir Pentious arrived with his blimp. She watched with a small smile on her face as Alastor wrapped the blimp with black tentacles and causing everything to explode.

“Well, I’m starved!” Alastor exclaimed to the shocked group. “Who wants some jambalaya?”

Niffty darted around Alastor, a big smile on her face. Despite resenting being ordered around by him, she still blushed whenever she got close to him. She skipped up to the hotel with the others, imagining what Alastor’s soft red and black hair would feel like in her dainty hands.

 Niffty headed to the kitchen to prepare jambalaya for the group. She was used to making this New Orleans cuisine for Alastor several times a week when she was summoned. (It did get pretty boring in the fire.)

Niffty poured a tablespoon of oil in a frypan and then cut up slices of chicken and sausage. She removed the tails from shrimp and used another cutting board to chop green onions. Stirring in the tomatoes, meat, and vegetables, she added all the hot sauces: hot pepper, Cajun, and Worcestershire.

Finally, she added rice, chicken broth and the shrimp on top. Before long, she brought out five hot steaming plates for the group at the bar. Husk was drinking the remainder of his booze on his stool, still pouting at not being able to win his prizes. Vaggie looked around at the bar in disgust, clearly appalled that alcohol wasn’t going to be removed from the hotel. Angel Dust lounged on a pool table, drinking a Shirley Temple in a glass while sucking on a straw. Charlie was chatting with Vaggie about new plans for the hotel.

“Oh, this is exciting!” she smiled. “Now that we have a maid and a person to welcome the guests, I’d say things are looking even better.”

Husk scoffed. “Fuck that bullshit. Thanks to that talk show clown over there…” he mentioned to Alastor leaning smugly against a nearby wall… “…I’m stuck here doing a stupid charity job. If I had my bets, I’d say I’ll go insane spending several more hours here.”

“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss,” Charlie said. “Alastor said you’d make a great addition to the hotel.”

“Stuff your mockery, princess. You know how annoying and deceitful he is. I’d fare better being chased by hellhounds than being stuck here with him.”

“Just give him a chance, Husk,” Charlie said. “You’ll see that even the most sinful among us can be redeemed.”

Husk rolled his eyes. “With your singing and cheer? Good luck with that.”

Charlie glared at the cat demon, Vaggie holding her back.

“I, for, one, welcome our new Hazbin overlord,” Angel remarked, from the pool table. “He’s classy and has those cute furry ears…”

Vaggie stomped over to Angel and grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t let him hear you say that!” she hissed. “You’ll be vaporized in an instant.”

“Geez, calm your tits, Vag,” he replied, backing up and hopping off the table. “Though his eyes and smile are kinda creepy. I wonder how it would feel for him to make work of me with those claws of his…”

He sighed in content and sucked his straw again.

“Fuck you,” she spat in revulsion. “You have a messed up death wish.”

“You mean, a double death wish?” he asked with a laugh. “Double Hell, here I come!”

Vaggie growled and stormed back to the bar table.

Niffty came into the room, holding up the plates of food.

“Ah Niffty!” Alastor exclaimed, moving from the wall. “What perfect timing! Jambalaya, just how I like it.”

Niffty placed the plates in front of the five individuals. Another plate of dead voodoo looking rats appeared off to the side, Niffty eagerly gobbling them down, much to the shock of Vaggie, Angel, Charlie, and Husk. Alastor winked at her, causing the maid to blush, a rat tail hanging from her mouth. She slurped it up and ran off with a nervous giggle.

“Such a sweet little darling, isn’t she?” he mentioned. Charlie smiled nervously while the others remained silent.

“Well, dig in everybody! This food won’t eat itself. Unless you’d like me to demonstrate…”

He wiggled his fingers while Husk, Vaggie, and Charlie rapidly shook their heads.

“Aww, come on,” Angel murmured, almost to himself. “It’s been a while since I’ve watched vore…”

“I’m gonna be sick and I haven’t eaten yet,” Vaggie groaned. Husk, too, was picky about the mesh up of food in front of him. Charlie, and Angel, however, dug in in delight. Angel ate with four hands.

“Oh, Alastor! This stuff is marvelous,” Charlie exclaimed. “So spicy and full of flavor. I haven’t had spicy food like this in a while.”

Alastor laughed. “It’s my mother’s special recipe. She made it so well, it almost blew her straight into Hell. Ah, memories of times so swell. I figured you’d like it. A charming belle, eager to try new things.”

“Rhyming asshole,” Husk scoffed, staring at his empty green bottle.

Angel sat on a bar stool with his tongue hanging out, red from the heat of the sauces. His eyes were shining.

“Wha…what are you doing now?” Vaggie asked, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“The tingling feeling of the heat, seeping into my taste buds. Fantastic. I’d love more of this from that musical strawberry pimp.”

“Angel!” Vaggie seethed under her breath.

Angel shrugged. “What? That’s what he looks like to me.”

Vaggie tentatively tried a taste of it, as if it were spiked with poison.

“Not too bad…” she began. Then the heat of the sauces kicked in.

She swore in Spanish under her breath then rushed off for some water.

Alastor was already almost finished with his meal. “It can be pretty intense for some people.”

Vaggie came back and glared at Alastor. “Are you trying to kill us?”

“Did you not hear what I said earlier, dear? If I wanted to hurt you all, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“How do I know you won’t try to kill us in the future, huh?” she asked, pointing her weapon.

“You know it’s rude to have weapons present at dinner,” he added.

“What? You afraid of this or something?” she continued, holding it out.

“Vaggie!” Charlie called, lowering her friend’s arm. “There no need to get into a fight like this. Alastor’s been nice to us so far. At the very least, he’s trying his best.”

“Trying his best?!” Vaggie asked. “He’s nothing but a talk-show pervert lord.”

Charlie turned to Vaggie and thought for a moment. “Are you jealous that I danced with Alastor?”

“No!”

An awkward silence.

“We were just having fun,” Charlie said. “It was his way of livening things up for the Happy Hotel. You were more than welcome to join us.”

“I’d rather fall from grace again than dance with that son of a bitch.”

“Wait…” Angel Dust asked. “What do you mean by ‘falling again’?”

Vaggie paused. “None of your business!” she snapped.

Niffty sat in the corner, giggling at their confrontation. Oh how she loved seeing people embarrassed when their dark secrets and thoughts came out.

 “You girls done?” Alastor asked. He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Yes,” Charlie said, taking a deep breath.

“I’m out,” Husk muttered, heading toward the back to search for more booze. After stumbling, he heaved and vomited the contents out. Then he groaned and promptly passed out on the floor.

Charlie gasped, hands covering her mouth. Angel stared in shock. Vaggie face-palmed with an “oh, no.” Alastor turned his head backwards to look at the giggling Niffty. He tilted his head and Niffty’s giggles fell flat. Without a word, she rushed over and helped Husk onto a nearby couch before cleaning up the mess.

“Well, that was a satisfying supper!” said Alastor breaking the silence. He got up and held out his arm to Charlie. “Now, how about you give me a tour of your hotel and I can provide you guys with some entertaining dad jokes?”

“How wonderful. I’d love that,” Charlie replied. She turned to Vaggie. “I just want to make sure that my friend is okay.” She looked at Vaggie with concern.

“I’m fine, Charlie,” she said with a sigh. Charlie looped her arm with Alastor’s and held out her hand to Vaggie. Reluctantly, Vaggie took it and the group headed off down the hall.

“Say,” Alastor said as they walked. “The graveyard’s getting overcrowded, don’t you think?”

“What?” asked Angel.

“What graveyard?” asked Vaggie, her eyebrows raised. She shuddered at the thought of Alastor posing in a graveyard of his murder victims.

“You know, the one where people are just dying to get in. Hahaha!”

“Oh, I get it! Good one, Al!” said Charlie.

“Ha ha,” Angel said with sarcasm. They arrived in a larger room with tables and a stage off to the side. Alastor turned to shadow, then materialized in front of the microphone.

“Uh, nobody asked for this,” Vaggie said. Charlie, Angel, Niffty, and Vaggie took their seats.

“Let’s just see how it goes,” said Charlie. “Jokes will surely remind demons of the good things in life.”

“Besides drugs?”

“Yes, Angel.”

“Besides dancing in the nude?”

“Yes, Angel.”

“Besides steamy sex?”

Charlie sighed in frustration as Angel laughed.

 Alastor tapped the microphone. “Testing, testing, is this thing on?” The mic made a screeching sound that made the viewers cover their ears.

“Apologies for that,” he said. He chuckled and summoned a black tentacle from the ground. It tossed the metal microphone to the side before vanishing. His own vintage microphone appeared in front of him.

“Thankfully mine always works.”

“You ready?” Alastor asked, speaking into it. The microphone came to life, and the being inside it rolled his eye.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He cleared his throat as a spotlight shone on him. “Did you hear about the guy who invented the knock-knock joke?”

“Yeah, what about him?” Angel asked in a bored voice.

“He won the no-bell prize! Ahhahaha!”

Charlie smiled. Niffty said “ha…ha…ha…” bored too.

“What did the buck say to his traveling doe? ‘Come home soon, dear.’”

“Yeah, you’d know all about deer, wouldn’t you?” Angel remarked. Charlie laughed, and even Vaggie let out a small smile.

“Hey, Charlie,” said Alastor.

“Yes?” she asked with a faint blush.

“Can February march?”

“I don’t know. Can it?”

“No, but April may!”

Charlie broke into fits of laughter.

“This is torture,” Vaggie said.

“Boo! Get off the stage!” Angel called.

“How many more jokes do we need?” asked Alastor.

“Zero!” booed Angel.

“Well, I was going to make a joke about paper, but no, it’s tear-ible!”

“Uh, god damn it,” Vaggie groaned. “I’m glad Husk doesn’t have to witness this.”

“What’s a demon’s favorite dessert?”

“Your mom!” yelled Angel.

“No, it’s actually devil’s food cake. Hahaha!”

Charlie giggled some more. “The hotel residents will love these!”

“Yeah, sure,” Niffty deadpanned, walking away.

“Hey Vaggie?” Alastor asked.

“What?!”

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

Vaggie’s eyes went wide, her face beet red. “Why…you…”

“Don’t worry, crawling up from Hell hurts like hell!”

“Why not have the best of both worlds?” Charlie asked. “I’d love to visit Heaven someday.”

“Foreshadowing…” Angel said in a stupor.

 Niffty smiled sinisterly in a dark corner. Her plan was coming into motion.

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"Would that be her drooling, over there?" He said, pointing to Vaggie.

He was right. Vaggie was drooling with a blissed-out look on her face, as she was easily mesmerized by how dazzling, Rex was.

This was due to his shiny clothing reflecting the bright light coming from his hardlight skin and hair.

She floated, a little, moving closer to the light, just like the insect her Demon form was based off of.

Razzle and Dazzle snapped her out of it.

"Huh?!" She said, snapping out of her trance and looking around.

"What happened? How long was I out?"

She turned to Rex.

"Who are you?"

“Sparks Fly!”

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Flashback to a day after the events of “That’s Entertainment!”, the Happy Hotel was undergoing repairs, after the attack made by Sir Pentious and his Egg Boys.

Vaggie and Angel Dust approached Charlie.

The former kissed Charlie, before taking out a red, mechanical Gargoyle robot, the size of a marionette, with gold embroidery and a button on its head, made to look like a crown.

“We found this "thing” flying towards the hotel and I shot it down.“ Angel said.

"Thought it was one of Pentious’s contraptions, until Vaggie pressed the button.”

“She was not exactly thrilled, after hearing what it said.” He finished, chuckling.

Vaggie glared at Angel, a little, as the latter pressed the button.

The robot’s chest opened up, revealing a recording of a charming and good-natured male voice, introducing himself simply as“RC”, as the message was intended for Charlie.

In a recorded love letter, the voice complemented her and the goal she had started.

His tone of voice sounded like he was a bit lovelorn and flustered.

“…Sincerely, "RC.” The voice said, finishing.

Angel smirked, as he knew what that meant.

“I think you got yerself a secret admirer, toots.”

Vaggie glared, even more at Angel, as he chuckled, once more.

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"Who are we waiting for?" A voice said, behind them.

"AYE DIOS MIO!" Vaggie shouted, before turning around and seeing the guy standing right there.

She was speechless and mesmerized once again.

Lilith looked out the window and found that both the noble and the guy they were watching were holograms and simply shook her head, as they disappeared.

"Oh, honey." She said to the guy in a concerned and motherly tone.

"You're not making this easy, for yourself."

"He already wants to kill you."

The guy bowed before the 2, before getting up."

"Greetings, your majesties." He said, in a polite and well-mannered tone.

"My name is Rex Corona Fiarrio and it is a pleasure to meet you both. I am a big fan, of your work."

"Apologies for the illusions. I figured a little "Technomancy", would lighten the mood."

"As for the guy you sent to come get me...let's just say, he didn't know about the highly volatile and swift security system, installed at my house."

"But don't worry. He's still alive. My folks are just patching him up."

"Now, I brought gifts, as it would be rude to visit the top rulers, empty-handed."

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“I was kidding about the whole “Balls of Iron”, thing.“ Lilith said.

"Turns out, he may literally have them, being a robot and all.”

She lightly chuckled.

Suddenly; Vaggie came in, bowing before them.

“Good morning, your Majesties.” She said.

“Is Charlie ready to…”

Suddenly; she spotted the mysterious boy and was easily mesmerized by how dazzling, he was.

She floated, a little, as she moved closer to the window, like the insect her Demon form was based off of.

*BUMP*

“Huh?!” She said, snapping out of her trance and rubbing her head, a little.

Lucifer rolls his eyes.  Really, couldn’t his daughter have found more competent company? He didn’t see what was so attractive about this guy, or why everyone seemed to be fawning over him. It was almost as if he was the only one with common sense.

“Why is this guy so damn slow? What, is he slow motion walking his way over here? I don’t have time to waste waiting for him to get up here. If he ain’t here in ten seconds, I’m going to my study.”