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╰┈➤ ❛ rec. #6 ❜
EPISODE 1 : "overture"
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"WELL HELLO THERE YOU WAYWARD SINNER," Alastor voice says in his usual peppy tone from the television. "Do you like blood, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do, that's why you're in Hell! But what would you say if I told you there was a place to stay that had none of that? Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucifer's delusional daughter, Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands, as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! Here we offer fun things, such as somewhat functional staff and 24-hour pest control. Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor! Enjoy riveting conversation with our SINGULAR resident. WOW! All this, and more at the Hazbin Hotel! Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!"

The television switched off, and Alastor makes a grand gesture with his hands, looking over at (Y/N) with a somewhat eager expression in hope that she enjoyed the tape. "So! What do you think?"

"Well," (Y/N) starts, pressing her lips together. "It's got a lot of character! Lots of potential, for sure."

"I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?!" Vaggie fumes.

Charlie combs a hand through her hair, laughing nervously. "Uh, yeah... One note, Alastor. I mean—first off—thank you so much for making this seriously amazing, but um, maybe the tone is a bit..." Charlie pauses for a moment, pushing out a polite smile as she continues, "Off? We want people to want to come here. Especially since there is a new guest already with us..." she whispers the last part, pointing not-so-subtly at (Y/N). "This makes it look, umm..."

"Bad," Vaggie remarks bluntly. "The word you're looking for is bad."

Alastor grit his teeth, titling his head a bit to the side. Clearly, he didn't enjoy being criticized by the likes of Vaggie in front of such...lovely company. If it weren't for his impeccable willpower (and Charlie's insist on not hurting anyone for the moment being), he'd be broadcasting her screams for (Y/N) in a heartbeat.

"Funny, I was looking for hilarious!" Alastor chirps, avoiding the penetrating gaze of the girl.

"(Y/N), darling..." Alastor smiles, leaning towards. "What did you think of it?"

All eyes go onto her, and (Y/N) shuffles in her seat, raising a fist to her lips as she clears her throat. "I...um. I thought it was very creative, Alastor. Funny." She catches the glance of Charlie's concerned expression and parts her lips to rephrase herself. "But I also agree with the girls. We want people to be excited to come here. Charlie wants sinners to know that they're trying to help them...right? You didn't say much about Heaven or redemption."

"Or explain anything about how we're trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point!" Vaggie reasons, folding her arms only to be comforted under the loving wing of her girlfriend.

Charlie licks her lips, giving an appreciative glance towards (Y/N) before directing her attention towards Alastor. "Vaggie and (Y/N) are right, Alastor. The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them," she puts gently.

"Well, my dears, I haven't been active in Hell for some time," he points out, beginning to pace the room. "And everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself," he clarifies. "But YOU insisted on this! Noisy picture box advertisement!" Alastor slams the tip of his dildo-cane atop the television, causing (Y/N) to flinch at the sudden contact. Alastor glances at her and smirks, enjoying her seemingly cute behavior. "So, I had a little fun with it."

"Oh, fun?" Vaggie mocks. "You had a little fun with it?" She pushes herself off of the couch, pointing an accusing finger at the radio demon. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you're mocking us. Nobody's gonna wanna come to a place that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time."

Alastor smirks, gesturing his cane to (Y/N). "What about her?" he asks with a smile, leaning against the television.

(Y/N) looks taken aback. "Me?"

The deer man nods, resting a fist beneath his chin in adoration of the human before him. "Yes, you. It's quite obvious there's something special about a lovely little mortal like yourself." He walks over, helping her up from the couch. "Besides, Vaggie, everyone knows that humans never just come down here. We've never had this something like this before," he cracks a grin, looking her over. "Interesting..."

(Y/N) scoots away, beginning to feel rather aroused by Alastor's invasion of personal space. To her fortune, however, the demon she learned whose name was Angel Dust raised a lazy hand from the couch.

"What?" Vaggie asks.

Angel slumps himself over, raising the bottle of beer he has at hand. "If'n ya filming a commercial, may I suggest you take advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?" he points to himself, shooting a wink over at (Y/N) in exchange for an irritated glare from Alastor.

Vaggie's expression tightens, and (Y/N) takes note of her seemingly indifferent attitude towards the other residents. "Angel, you're a porn star."

Angel shrugs. "A famous porn star!" he says through his thick Brooklyn accent. "I'll get the horniest sinners knocking these walls down to get a piece of me... Or maybe just the little ball of joy right in front of us?" Angel looks over at (Y/N), flashing her a smile as his golden tooth winks in the light. "Whadaya say, sweet cheeks?~"

"AHAAAAA!" Charlie interjects, taking (Y/N)'s arm in form of protection. "Let's stop...bothering (Y/N) for now? Maybe focus on the hotel?" she chuckles nervously. "That sounds like a good compromise..." And as promised, Charlie begins to discuss more ways to improve the hotel along with finding out what to do with (Y/N) for the time being.

Yet away from everyone else's pereferal vision, Alastor's grip on his staff tightens, as does his never-ending smile.

Surely, he'll be able to keep the rest of them away from this human girl for now.

It shouldn't be a problem.

No, not at all...

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( to be continued . . . )