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(Gabriella's POV): A few days later...

Sleeping peacefully in my new room, I was groggily awoken by the loud knocking sound:

'How the fuck is waking me up at this hour now? I swear I'll make sure that asshole will fucking regret it!' 

I angrily thought, I glanced at my clock that read before stumbling out of bed and making my way to the door as I opened it; Not caring about who it was, I was pissed. 

"WHAT?!?!" I yelled and the first thing I realized was that greeted by an unfamiliar face. The man's pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black-tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head evoking his deer ears. 

The hairstyle features an undercut at the rear, flanked by two small black antlers. His eyes exhibit dark-red sclera, bright-red irises, and slender black pupils as his right one is wearing a dark-red oval-shaped black-rimmed monocle. His forearms and lower legs gradually transition to a dark grey hue. 

Additionally, adorned with black pointed-toe boots showcasing his red hooves, he also wore black gloves surrounding half of his red fingers. 

Not to mention that his clothes consist of a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this, he wears a bright red dress shirt with a black cross on the chest, accessorizing it with a black bowtie with a bright red center, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs.

Also carrying a thin cane with a sentient vintage-style microphone.* (Thank you wiki fandom)

That's when it hit me. The look of annoyance had replaced my grogginess as I noticed that the one I had yelled at was none other than Alastor. 

The Radio Demon. 

Just. Fucking. Fantastic.

Ever since I moved into the Hazbin Hotel as part of Charlie's "redemption" plan, a lot has happened in the past few days. One of those moments was meeting Vaggie. Initially, I didn't like her, but as I learned about her relationship with Charlie, we started to get along. 

As for Alastor: I had already known of his status as an Overlord and I'll have to admit, he's attractive, but wow, he can annoy me one moment and then Dad jokes the next. But there's something about that keeps me grounded ---Uh what's the word? 

Mesmerizing? 

Maybe? 

Hmm~ Interesting and mysterious? Yup, let's go with that. I can't deny the strange pull I feel towards him, even though I know I should probably keep my distance. Charlie seems to trust him, but there's something about Alastor that makes me question his motives; However, she told me that he promises not to make deals with anyone I'll have to stay alert and figure out what his game is in this wild and chaotic hotel.

As for the small little cyclops demoness named Nifty, she's known by Charlie that 99% of her behavior is harmless; whenever I'm with her; We instantly talk about anything together including fanfiction, and even discuss topics like how one time when we were hanging out near the edge of the forest, Nifty suddenly asked me about my views on bad boys. 

I was taken aback by her unexpected question, but I found myself grinning like a Cheshire cat (which I am a cat in Hell) and ended up secretly telling her that I do find them HOT. Despite her weird obsession with killing bugs, and bad boys. 

Nifty had a way of making me feel entirely at ease in her presence as if we had known each other for ages. Just like I'm with Cherri and Angel.

Everything felt strangely nice. Anyways, let me just say, that I've been quote-on-quote "trying" my best NOT to break the rules of my redeeming process, although Angel and I, known as the duo of chaos, did end up breaking about half of them. 

I wasn't used to this 'enthusiasm and positivity' shit because of my personal life but, if I want to get redeemed and leave Hell then it's worth a shot than staying in a place where a parent doesn't want ya anymore.

"What do ya want, Al?" I inquired politely, not bothering to hide my irritation towards this Overlord. 

Alastor's smile tightens slightly, "Ah, not an early riser, are you?" A smirk played on his lips as he responded, "Now, now, is that any way to welcome a visitor? Especially one who has come seeking your 'opinion'."

His radio voice crackled with a touch of amusement. I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him, "Really? Seek for my 'opinion', Alastor?" I asked, emphasizing his name with a hint of sarcasm. 

"Well, you see, my dear Gabriella," he drawled, "I happen to create my VERY~ first picture show that's been requested by the Princess!"

This piqued my interest.

"Alright, Alastor, you've got me hooked now let me get dressed." I shut the door, took a shower, and put on a black sweater, black denim jacket, dark blue denim shorts, black knee-length boots, a black belt, a black wallet, gold necklaces with various pendants (a demon star and an ace card), gold dice earrings, and three gold rings.

I exited my room and was already walking down the stairs of the hotel where I'm welcomed by everyone: Charlie and her girlfriend sitting on the couch, Nifty was nowhere, Angel Dust sitting on the opposite left of the other couch, Alastor standing next to the TV, and last, but not least, my dad. 

Husk.

Standing at the bar while cleaning one of the wine glasses, we both made eye contact and I softly smiled at him, "Morning, Dad. Did you rest well?" 

"Fuck off, kid." He grunted with a middle finger.

"Thanks for the answer," I said dryly, giving him a thumbs-up when Angel waved his hand for me to come over; I gave my dad one last look before walking over to him. Placing three bottles of inexpensive liquor on the bar table, I jokingly flipped him off and whispered, "Got 'em." 

Of course, my dad's response was unreadable as he covered his face with his red wings with an eye roll; But I could tell that he appreciated it... in his way, I guess. Alastor cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to him. "Ah, perfect timing!" Sitting down next to Angel, I secretly hand him a piece of gum, to which he grins and eats it: "The picture show is ready to begin. If you're ready to share your thoughts, that is."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why do I get'a feeling that it's gonna be crappy?" Ignoring my blunt comment, we all started watching the ad in interest as the screen turned static before it fixed itself to reveal a sinner stabbing another demon to death with a knife before catching their attention. 

As the camera rolls, scenes switch from the front of the Hazbin Hotel... After Alastor's ad ended, Charlie and Vaggie sat in shock while I blinked rapidly at what I had just seen, trying my best not to laugh, covering my mouth, "So~ what do you think?" He asked, stretching out his hand. On the couch they were sitting on, Charlie and Vaggie were so surprised by the commercial being poorly misleading, that Vaggie almost threw a fit. 

"I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?" She demanded.

"Uh, yeah, One note!... Alastor," Charlie added, straining a nervous smile and trying hard not to offend Alastor's handiwork. "First off, thank you so much for making this! Seriously, Amazing! But um, maybe the tone is a bit... off?" 

In response, the Radio Demon's grin tightened, his eyes narrowing with a tinge of annoyance to which Charlie continued. "We want people to want to come here. This, makes it look, um..." "Bad, hun." Vaggie crossed her arms with a scowling glare at Alastor. "The word you're looking for is bad." Alastor put his hands behind him, "Funny. I was going for hilarious!" He said, rolling his eyes. 

"It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to save demons from extermination," Vaggie grumbled. "which is the whole fucking point!" She starts on, "What you did was mislead the audience to think that this Hotel is never going to work, and you think that's hilarious?" 

Nodding her head, Charlie continued to smile and try to explain the problem more gently. "Vaggie's right, Alastor." She explains, "The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them in the best way we can." 

"Well, my dear," Alastor said, pacing around the parlor. "you know that I haven't been active in Hell for some time and everyone remembers me for my radio show; the proper medium to express oneself. But you," He walked back to the TV, trying to frown while still keeping a smile on his face. "You insisted on this- noisy, useless picture box advertisement!" 

Tapping his microphone staff at the TV in the process, "So, I had a little fun with it." "Oh, fun? You had a little fun with it? Well, this is not what we wanted, and not what we represent ourselves as!" Vaggie's anger rose and stood up on the couch to meet Alastor's eye level, pointing at him by ranting: "You showed up here a week ago and told us you'd help run this hotel, but instead you're mocking us." 

She scolds him, "Who's gonna wanna come to a place that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time and a joke?" Angel Dust, on the other hand, raises his hand from the couch, catching everyone's attention: 

"What?" Vaggie asked, to which he responded with a sly smirk, "If'n you're filming a commercial," He winks: "Can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?" He takes a bottle with one arm before pointing all three arms at himself, and she & I deadpan, "Angel, you're a porn star." 

"A Famous porn star!" He added, "I'll have the horniest sinners knocking these walls down to get in." Vaggie groaned in annoyance as I continued to watch, casually sipping on what appeared to be my coffee when in reality, I had added a lot of Beluga Gold Line vodka to it. "We are not filming porn as a commercial." Angel Dust smirks even further. "Why not? Sex sells, don't it?" 

As he continues sassing, "I swear if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willing to stay at this tacky hotel." The image of that happening caused me to spit out my 'coffee', with a cough of disbelief that I hadn't even thought of... kind of sounds like SMUT fanfic ya can put in Wattpad.

Without noticing that Alastor appeared right beside the couch next to me and Angel and laughed with amusement, "Haha! Never going to happen!" "Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills to... attract folks to the hotel, but I don't want to exploit you in that way." Charlie nervously reveals to him that Angel Dust, embodying his 'true' self, continues with his trademark cocky grin. 

"Oh, please, baby. This body was made to be exploited." I furrowed my eyebrows at him in pure cringe and tried to stop him, "Angel, can ya not—" "Nop, Gabes! Ya might need to know it works in sex." He cuts me off with the continuation of how much he can do in his job, both me and dad just groan in unison, as Angel laughs, "...Oh, I got the legs! The gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits." 

Charlie chuckles nervously until Charlie's phone rings, "Hold that thought! I'll be right back." "I could keep going all night, baby.~" While Angel shrugs with a heavy sigh and drinks his beer, I contemplate on whether or not to raise my hand but then again, I'm a resident, and helping others is something I'm usually good at so I motion Vaggie's attention to me and she tiredly sighs: "Yes, Gabriella?" 

"Why not advertise it ourselves in an event or somethin'?" I suggested. I could feel Alastor snapping his around to my side, leaning closer to my left side with his grin widening in full interest, "Now that, my dear, is a splendid idea! A night of elegance, charm, and a touch of my devilish flair." Vaggie's scowl softened slightly as she considered the suggestion, "That's...That's a good idea. Nice." She is complimented when Ange raises his hand again.

"Hey, I have a question." He continues, "If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?" Alastor laughs at his question, "Oh, trust me," He smiles in a mischievously creepy look with dark magic, "-I can." My dad interrupted him with a grumble, asking, "Why do you think I'm here?" He begins: "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?" 

Where Niffty pops up from behind the counter with a hand raised, causing me to smile at her cuteness, "I like being forced." "Keep that to yourself, Niff." His ears twitched cautiously as I playfully retorted, "Nifty is just stating a fact." Amidst his skepticism, I mirrored his tone and continued: "Plus, a lot of my customers at the casino would've forced themselves at me into an alleyway if I didn't know how to defend myself." 

Before Dad could ask or react, Angel Dust intervened (which I'll thank him for it bc I didn't want to explain what happened during the time I was alive) with his inappropriate comments. "What? You don't love being here with me, Whiskers?~" "Call me Whiskers again!" He warns, growling like an actual angry cat at him: "And I'll jam that bottle down your throat."

'Did he just—OH~~~' I smirked, 'SIMP!~' I thought. Only to hide it but it didn't last long when Angel broke me with his purring comment, "Ooohhh Kinky.~ Come on, keep talking dirty." I burst out laughing until tears streamed down my face: "DAAAMMMNNN! HAHAHAHAHAHA-Ow!" After falling off the couch, I was helped up by Angel as Alastor smirked and Vaggie sighed at him.

"Angel. Let Husk do his job." She continues, "And, no, we can't force sinners to stay here. They need to choose to." 

"I'm choosing to be here and I think it's all stupid." My friend morphs his mouth into a frown, "We're in hell, toots! That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?" Vaggie, visibly exhausted, interjected, "Maybe it's not impossible just because no one has succeeded before." She rubbed her eyes in frustration. 

Angel places a hand on Vaggie's shoulder, giving her a deadpan expression while the latter makes the same one, "Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent-free. Crack is expensive." Feeling bored, I got up from the couch to grab a snack from the kitchen. As I opened the fridge, I noticed a pair of red hooves standing next to me; Taking out a sandwich and spoke, "Now what, Al?" 

"I heard that you're Husker's daughter~ am I wrong?" Alastor inquired as I stood frozen, sandwich in hand. My heart raced as I slowly turned to face the owner of the mysterious red hooves. Alastor's piercing gaze held mine steadily. 

"Yeah, you're correct. I'm Husk's daughter, what of it?" I responded cautiously.

A sly grin crept across Alastor's face. "Well, well, well, a chip off the ol' block, aren't we? How about we have a little chat, my dear?" he suggested, his tone a mix of curiosity and mischief. And with that, my ordinary day took a sudden turn into an extraordinary time to talk with him; Crossing my arms, in the process while Alastor simply touched his microphone staff and leaned back on the counter next to the fridge: 

"Ain't ya doing that already?" I bluntly tell him.

"Yes, BUT!" He chuckled and provocatively asked, "I'd very much love to discuss how someone like you could be related to him?" I rolled my eyes and retorted, "So you want to expose him? No, thanks." After a pause, I inquired, "What kind of 'satisfaction' does my relation to him interest ya? Don't Overlords investigate everyone in Hell?"

Alastor feigns contemplation before responding, "Merely being an Overlord doesn't entail possessing all the answers, my dear." He adds by lifting my chin to meet his bloody red eyes: "Yet, being the daughter of a Gambler like that can be rather intriguing." "Intriguing my boot," I scoffed.

"Ah, a feisty little one, I see." Letting out a hearty chuckle at my dismissive remark, he goes on telling me, "But don't underestimate the power of curiosity, my dear Gabriella. It can lead to some fascinating revelations, as you say?~" he remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of unease and curiosity myself: 'What did Alastor truly want to uncover about my dad? And why did my heritage seem to pique his interest so much?' As I pondered these questions, Alastor leaned in closer, his grin widening.

"Shall we make a deal then? A brief conversation won't hurt," His captivating voice suggested an intriguing offer. Still, recalling Charlie and Vaggie's warnings, I swiftly rejected him and began with a curt gesture: "I'm Perfectly capable of not knowing about my dad's dealings with you, Alastor." Matching his tightened grin, he stared at me while I held no ounce of fear, "Some secrets are best left undisturbed."

At this point, we can feel each other's words becoming more and more intense, "Ah~, now see how you both are related." Alastor hummed with intrigue, his antlers reaching greater heights as a wicked grin spread across his face, casting shadows that engulfed the room in darkness: "Having each other's fair share on making things complicated. And I must say..." 

He disappears by slipping into my shadow to put his fingers on my shoulders and whispers behind my ears as a predator does to his victims, "Your words of courage won't last forever, my petite chatte~" Before I could respond to his threatening words or even understand what he meant by that, our tense conversation was halted by a singing voice from the living room. 

Alastor summoned his shadows to disappear and like a gentleman, he let me pass through, as I pointed at my bottle to refill my coffee (secretly Beluga Golden Line Vodka); Thinking that he wouldn't do it, surprisingly, he used his powers to refill it, and ever so slowly. I gave him a quick 'thank you' and walked away without a glance back at him or my dad's curious gaze at the bar. 

Heading towards Angel, Nifty, Husk, and Alastor by the door. According to what I was seeing, Charlie was the one singing, with Vaggie anxiously cautioning her, "Ok, OK, just don't—" 

Cut off by Angel's response, "That bitch is halfway down the street!" 

"Is she-?" 

He answers again: "Oh~ she's dancing!"

"Ugh, noooo." She groaned, making me curious as to what her girlfriend was singing so, with my ears being able to hear people from afar; I flick them to listen to Charlie sing:

https://youtu.be/OpR6bqau7V0

'I must admit, she sings pretty good.' I shook my head off with a small chuckle after the song had ended; Vaggie had summoned me and the rest of us to the couch to discuss the poorly misleading commercial. Angel Dust is constantly looking at my dad with a seductive gaze who is glaring daggers and hissing at him. 

Not only that, but I was sitting between them which meant that he (Angel) was also on top of my lap. I had the opposite reaction to this, I silently started drawing circles on his black shorts and drinking my 'coffee' only for Vaggie to Okay, so, Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she's gone, we are making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we're doing here. So, we need a camera. Alastor?"

He casually summoned a vintage 1930s camera incapable of recording videos. Vaggie remained unimpressed by his joke about it being a video camera. Alastor then materialized a rundown video camera using tape, with a sigh of distaste. "Alright! Let's do this!" Vaggie said encouragingly. 

I felt uneasy seeing the video camera in her hands, but I remained silent, got off the couch, and watched Angel and my dad at the bar with scripts. Vaggie recorded the bar scene, showing him behind the counter and Angel Dust on a bar stool. The camera whirrs as it brings the two into focus: "And... Action!" 

He carefully reads the lines on his script, bringing the script closer to read with his claws, "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help you with anything?" I prevented myself from making fun of him by standing behind Vaggie because ever since I was little, I already knew he wasn't good at memorizing stuff. 

Not even in mathematics.

"I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy~ to put me in my place..." I blinked in shock because of how Angel, my own friend, has a thing for daddy kinks and paused from inching closer, but then continued, "On the path to redemption!" My dad groans with displeasure and reads the script again: "Well, you come—" 

"Oh, yes!" My spider friend moans loudly, which catches him off with a bored expression: "...to the right place." That's when Vaggie has had it, and stopped recording, "Cut! Okay, Angel, I need you to be less horny if possible." She turns to my dad, "And Husk, can you maybe not have the script in front of your face?" "I ain't no actor!" He angrily tells her, slapping the script in his claws: "I can't memorize this shit!"

"Well, we could improv'this shit, baby cakes." Angel gets closer to his face, "Rrawwr~~." And purrs seductively at my dad, who gets irritated by his actions and shoves him off the counter painfully hard. Ouch. "Whoops." He shrugs without care, grabs a bottle, and drinks it.

Vaggie went offscreen to try to convince him: "Husk, come on." Then I saw her pause before turning around to glance at me and then at my dad, and I could tell that she had an idea...Why? Because it means she's got that spark in her eyes, the one that always spells trouble. I knew whatever plan was forming in her mind would likely lead me into something I wasn't going to like. 

AT. 

ALL. 

"Y'know what?" She starts, "Instead of Angel, how about you join in the commercial, Gabriella?" My yellow eyes went saucers, and I stepped a bit backward: "Vaggie, I don't do well with cameras..." My voice trailed off as she ignored me and pulled my arm, guiding me to the bar stool where my dad stood. Making eye contact with Angel, I wordlessly signaled for him to intervene. 

Understanding my discomfort with video cameras, Angel addressed Vaggie, "Hey uh, Vaggie, Gabes isn't keen on this. It's better if..." Vaggie interrupted, reassuring me that it was fine, "Don't worry, she'll be fine. It's just a quick recording." Walks away to get started on the commercial, Angel looks down in guilt by mouthing that he tried and I weakly smile at him: 

"Gabriella, just relax, it will be fun!" Vaggie tries to encourage me, handing me a script. I exchanged a worried glance with my dad, who gave me a confused look. Taking a deep breath, I tried to muster up some confidence I got left as the camera started rolling. Angel stood behind Vaggie, ready to support me. 

Despite my initial nerves, I reminded myself that this was an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. With Angel's reassuring smile at me, I took a deep shaky breath and began to speak into the video camera; Trying my best to be determined but the problem was... "And...ACTION!" 

The last time someone recorded me, ended with me being traumatized. 

I gripped the script so that I almost felt the need to destroy it by trying to read it with no fear, which was really difficult when you have a dad who awkwardly read his line: "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, can I get you anything?" He asked.

At this point, I felt scared but held it in by responding, "I um...I've b-been g-going t-through a lot of thinking a-about..." Halfway through the recording, flashbacks of my bullies filming me in my senior year overwhelmed me. I felt my body shaking, my heart racing, my ears ringing intensely, and I sensed that my brain might explode at any moment. 

Angel quickly noticed my distress and snatches the video to turn it off.

(Gabriella's dad aka Husk's POV):

I felt a pang of concern as I watched my kid struggle to get through the script. I could see the fear creeping into her eyes, and my gut told me that something wasn't right. Gabriella began to speak, her voice was shaking, and I could tell she was fighting to keep it together. I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me, I wanted to step in and save her from this uncomfortable situation. 

But I couldn't, if it weren't for that son-of-bitch of a Radio Overlord being here, I would've done something to stop the princess's girlfriend from furthering Gabriella's unknown fear; Her words faltered, and her body began to shake. Her eyes glazed over, and I knew she was reliving a traumatic experience. My heart sank as I watched her distress grow more pronounced, her breathing ragged, her eyes welling up with tears.

Angel quickly moved in, snatching the camera away and shutting it off. Which I'll thank him later and before Vaggie could scold him but then she took notice of how much she traumatized my kid. I felt a surge of unknown anger towards Vaggie for pushing Gabriella too far. 

Having no collection or remembering when I had ever seen her like that, the only thing I've known her to be was a good kid in class: 'Fuck...what the hell happened to her in school?' I questioned myself, I hesitantly took a step forward as I can tell I'm taking a damn risk here, not only what I'm going to do but The fact about me; Not being a dad to her right now was something I haven't felt in such a long time. 

Before I could do anything. Angel was the first to go up and pull Gabriella into an embrace. She froze but slowly relaxed, I heard her breathing calming down bit by bit, silently relieved about it as she passed out. He carries her bridal style and excuses himself to leave, to which Vaggie apologizes, "I'm sorry that I didn't listen to her or you, Angel..." 

"Don'worry too much, Vaggie." Angel smiles at her but slowly frowns as he continues: "Ya didn't know..." "Did she tell you why?" "Yeah, she said it was during her time in high school." I widen my eyes but hid it by drinking my booze again, like I didn't give a damn about her when deep down, I instantly felt like shit: "Anyways, I'll take Husker's kid to her room. She's gonna need it." 

Agreeing, Vaggie lets Angel carry my kid upstairs whereas I watched them from afar and turned back to her; Knowing that she was about to ask me something: "Husk..." She slowly questioned, "Did you know that she had a panic attack during high school?" 

"No..." 

"Why?"

"Because she never said a DAMN thing about it." I angrily grunted, storming out of the hotel in response to her question to drink my booze; Hiding myself from the rest, including the Radio Demon. I sighed in frustration before I walked towards an oak tree where two swings were hanging on a branch and leaned against it while I stared down at the city of the Pentagram when the wind slowly picked up. 

The faint sound of sirens and screams echoed in the distance, mixing with the hustle and bustle of the demon-run streets below. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the chaos around me. Memories of happier times danced through my mind, a sharp weight of my decisions bore down on me, heavy and suffocating. 

But the wind blew from behind as I felt guilty, anger, and hate within myself for seeing the damn signs of bullying, 'If I hadn't been drunk or overdosed myself back then, I could've stopped her from the pain...Guess it's too late for that now, ain't it?' I shook my head and began drinking my booze in one go without stopping.

After going into deep thought, I went back to the bar to get another booze to drink to clear my head and forget about it...

(No POV's): time skip~

After tucking Gabriella in bed, Angel Dust has a flashback of how he treated his sister, Molly, when he was alive. Good memories flood his mind until interrupted by Fat Nugget's familiar oink. Angel chuckles, "Looks like Fat Nuggets wants you." 

With no response from the teenage cat demoness in bed, Angel sighs, places the piglet with Gabriella, tucks them both in and starts to leave. He feels a hand grab his wrist: "Angel...?" She whispered in her sleep. Which was an adorable sight for him to witness, "Yeah?" He asked. 

"Can ya... sing that Italian lullaby?" She quietly asked him. "I need it..." This made him softly smile at her request and nod before he sat on her bed and began to sing a lullaby that his mom would sing to him and his siblings as a baby:

" 'When I hear a baby cry,

I think of a lullaby

a lullaby that seems to cling to me—

a lullaby my momma would sing to me.

Chiuderai gli occhi tuoi,

sul mio cuor resterai,

ad aspettar la dolce notte.' "

Gabriella yawns before purring onto Angel's lap and softly smoothing her hair with a soft smile and continues on:

" 'Mentre tu dormirai,\

mentre tu sognerai,

accanto a te veglierò.

Con questa ninna nanna

ti accarezzerò,

poi tenessere con ti...

" 'Chiuderai gli occhi tuoi

e destandoti poi,

vicino a te mi troverai.

" 'Though I'm grown up today,

in my heart, it will stay,

that lullaby that's so dear to me

that lullaby my momma sang to me...' "

The minute Angel ended the song, Gabriella was fast asleep while hugging Fat Nuggets closer to her as he kissed both their foreheads and left the room.

Time skip~ 

Everyone was downstairs and fast-forward, the commercial was fixed. Charlie felt so teary in joy that she happily thanked everyone except for Gabriella. After knowing what had happened earlier, she felt sympathy and understood but was still worried that Husk wouldn't help his daughter calm down from the trauma she had experienced.

It was best to let the teenager rest. But anyways, as the TV commercial that sponsored the Hazbin Hotel; Cuts to a breaking news report. Vaggie, Charlie, and Angel get annoyed and angrily complain. Niffty claps and giggles at their reaction:

Katie Killjoy: Breaking news in Hell today! We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next Extermination is happening sooner than ever before. Do you know what that means, Tom?

Tom Trench: No, what does that mean, Katie?

Katie Killjoy: It means we're all royally fucked! *Eye twitches*

Screaming can be heard from Sinners as the time on the Clock Tower reduces to 176 days until the next Extermination, "Wait, what? Why?!" Angel exclaimed angrily.

AUTHOR NOTE: The Italian lullaby was sung by Connie Francis... I can't believe how many words I put here. 5269 words! Damn, I see why ya'll want to write fanfic so much!