Here's a small piece of a potential Idea for Hazbin hotel. Where a human enters into the 7 circles of hell and joins the hotel staff. Will this help Charlie or just further enhance Alistor's entertainment. I may or may not continue it, but I'm fine with other taking this idea for themselves and adding their own spin.A sinner from the human world not only manages to find his way into Hell, but also strike a deal with one of it's most powerful inhabitants. Watch as a normal human makes a new life in a place he would've probably gone to anyway.
If there was one thing Dane hated it was rent day. His measily saving dropping down to nearly nothing. With his saving so to did what little spending money he kept. Going to his usual addiction, Music. Dane was his small towns only underground DJ. Which meant that while he was popular with the younger crowd he was also usually broke. Though being the only DJ in town meant he at least made enough to avoid being homeless.
Tapping the last few buttons on the website he got a confirmation email about his successful payment. Which meant he had another 3 weeks to spend on tracks, lines, and his own personal songs. Before he was forced to enter a mad dash to come up with rent money on the last week. A vicious cycle, but one that he was willing to suffer if it meant he could chase his dreams.
As he flipped back into his bed he sighed stressfully relieved. His eyes scanning the portraits of his many idols. Including such successes as Conntoncandy the silent always masked DJ, Adrian Large a singer with a vocal range almost as large as his talents, and Ala Storm an older Radio legend that was probably the first and most successful Radio Host/DJ ever. Sadly 2 of his 3 heroes were also criminals, one being dead from old age, and the other using money to avoid prison. Not that he blamed them, the world wasn't very forgiving of those who chased their dreams. Especially controversial people like Ala Storm otherwise known as the woodland Slasher. An activist for nature's survival of the fittest motto and avid Deer preservationist. Contradictory, but then again what humans dreams and actions weren't.
Flipping open his laptop Dane began filtering through his many files. Moving recently tested tracks into their new folders. Failures would be put through scrutiny later or added into something bigger as a partial piece. His successes added to his playlist, and his mediocre pieces being moved to a private folder. His mouse flickered and the keys of his keyboard were danced upon with speed and precision. As he did this while also editing his biggest and longest running in progress piece. His first ever song, the only piece he planned to publish world wide rather then just locally or for internet karma.The only Single under his Handle W0lvenKeys, "To rise you must decend". A small almost reverent smile graced his lips as he finished the last part before he'd send it for a peer review with his only musical connection.
The 2nd Circle of Hell, Hazbin Hotel main room.
Alastor waltzed through the main foyer of the Hotel with a confident air. His plans were going smoothly and Nifty had almost finished her job to perfection. The run down dump was quickly coming to an acceptable level. News of Husk residing here for work had the lesser territorial worms steering clear. While his shades were reinforcing things quite nicely on the inside. So that party smashers like that worthless snake couldn't destroy his new source of entertainment. Charles the sweet little she-Devil was a grade A act that was sure to bring in tones of enjoyment as he plans ultimately failed. Her cheerful demeanor would also be a wonderful thing to watch rollercoaster between happiness and regret again and again as she gained and lost hope repeatedly. Who was he to end such a show before it even began.
After finishing his quick inspection the Radio demon decided to head out for the day to catch up on his usual work. His personal territory that was the 5th circle, while it was now a bore to keep up, there was no way in Hell he'd lose grip on it. Purely for the small chance he'd lose face or have thousands of worthless challengers come after him again. While it was always fun for a week or 2 it quickly became annoying and tedious without a proper break in between. Sp with that in mind he walked out the front door after giving Vaggie a swift pat on the ass. Enjoying the way she festered, but ultimately backed off, what a smart gal.
After a quick walk he snapped his fingers and disappeared into a flash of flames. Scorching a couple of bystanders in the process. Coming out of his fiery portal he stepped forward into a recording room set up much like a radio hosting room. Many high tier mics, both old fashioned and current models from the human world. 2 walls housed shelves with many records, and disks. But his favourite piece was the little laptop connected to a projector. That showed all the latest crime reports going on in the human world as well as a map of the Nine hells showing the ever shifting territory claims of hell.
Sitting in a stool currently working on that laptop was an imp with a broken horn and a horrendously crippled leg. Yet her chiseled features and muscular build made most second guess these weaknesses. "Ahh Scarlet, how's my favourite little informant?" The rigid imp quickly stopped her work brushing back her long black locks revealing sinister Pink eyes and a picture perfect smirk. "Alastor, I'm surprised to see you back so soon. Usually you're not back till your latest toy breaks." A gravelly yet silken voice speaks as the imp rests her arm on the desk. Looking up at the antlered conquerer with a lustful gaze.
"Its nothing serious, my latest play has nearly unveiled the curtain for its first showing. Just a few more things and I'll be out if your hair for awhile. Just thought I'd check up on my Station to make sure everything is running smoothly and check up on some of my deals for collection." Scarlet rolled her eyes playfully before typing something in and shifting the projector. The map of hell focused on just the 5th layer showcasing many tiny off colors moving about with numerical figures shifting ever so slightly. While the news section shifted to a triple set list with dates and payments. "Nothing much has changed here in wrath, besides a few upstarts that we are nurturing before we kick them out to start something in the other layers. You've got 2 payouts awaiting in greed and one in envy." A chesiren grin adorns her face as she flips open a drawer with 2 letters sitting in it. "As for the human world one of your contracts is up and we found someone of interest that I'm sure you'll at least be nominally amused by."
Alastor turns toward the imp with a pleased smile before a single eyebrow peeks. Humans while a target of most demons were normally such a bore and waste of resources that he rarely paid them mind. So besides a few eyes to keep track of followers of his bigger challengers Alastor rarely dealt with the human world. So a human being worth even a moment of his interest was something surprising to hear. "Oh?~" Grasping the second letter he opened it to see a news report of a scorned DJ. The interesting part was that he murdered an entire music studio single handedly and had yet to be caught. But what caught the Demon's interest was the statement released onto the internet. Apparently he had murdered the studio for attempting to blackmail and then steal his first and only single. He went on to state that if this was how the music world was then he'd go on to purge the music industry of it's current big players. The kill count listed next to him numbered exactly 122 kills before in front of his eyes the number shifted to 123. Another point that caught his interest was a note that stated he had made an underground radio channel to play his music and report his endeavors to his listeners. "Now this Scarlet is a wonderful find, you'll be back on the frontlines before you know it my Dear deranged lunatic" as he said that the horrendously crippled leg of Scarlet flew for a second before ever so slightly realigning itself. A dangerous gleam entering her eyes. "I can't wait to be leading the tides for you once again My playwrite."