A/N: Hey guys, the snake here. Thought I'd give Hazbin Hotel a crack at writing fanfiction for. Don't worry, I'll still update the other stories. In the meantime, I want you all to enjoy my first go-round for Hazbin Hotel, which is owned by Vivziepop on YouTube. Enjoy Chapter 2 of It Snows In Hell!
Where We Last Left Off…(No P.O.V.)
"WELCOME TO THE HAPPY HOTEL, NEW GUEST!"
When we left Snow, he'd just encountered the proprietor of the brand new and first of its kind, Happy/Hazbin Hotel in Hell. Even though they had bumped into each other under, ahem, embarrassing circumstances. Snow is happily surprised to find an actual nice demon here in this shithole called Hell.
In this chapter, Snow gets acquainted with everyone and runs afoul of one of the angels of God in which is, still, his first day in Hell.
How will our hero cope with his new life now that he too, is a denizen of Hell? Stayed tuned for Chapter 2 of It Snows In Hell.
Hotel Lobby
"Welcome to the Happy Hotel, I am Charlotte, but you, you can call me Charlie! I would just like to say, I am super happy to finally get a new guest at this hotel!"
Snow couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's enthusiasm. It was, infectiously cute. To say the least. A word he never thought he'd hear his thoughts thinking in his lifetime. The hotel lobby that he was stood in, it was impressive, to say the least. He could tell it had been cleaned from top to bottom to look decent and presentable to the hotel's guests.
"Now, I'm sure you are wondering what Happy Hotel is all about. Well, due to the yearly purge getting rid of my people to quell overpopulation here in Hell. I decided to take over this building and create the Happy Hotel as a way to, rehabilitate, sinners. And send them up to heaven."
"Interesting."
The male was impressed, to say the least. This demon had certainly outdone herself in maintaining the hotel department. But, something came to mind for Snow. Where, in the hell, was this demon's staff? Surely this wasn't a one-woman project, right? WRONG!
"COMING THROUGH! THIS PLACE IS FILTHY!"
Snow's answer appeared in the form of a VERY, hyperactive, Cyclops. Speeding around the hotel at breakneck speeds. It was almost impossible for the male demon to keep track of the tiny female. His eyes soon landed on another demon right in front of him. This time, he was the one to be made uncomfortable.
"Hey, hot stuff, looking for a good time?"
This made Snow back up slightly. answering with.
"I may swing both ways, but I'm not interested."
Shoving the drag queen away, he stumbled over to the bar and came face to face with a cat with wings. The cat was intoxicated when he focused his attention on the guy sat at the bar.
"What will it be?"
"Satan's special shine?"
In seconds of Snow's request, the red liquid was placed in front of him in a millisecond. Surprising the leather jacket-clad demon. Taking a sip, he was unaware Charlie had joined him at the bar and spoke cheerfully.
"I see you've just met Angel Dust and Husk. Don't worry, Angel is always like that. Husk, well, he's grumpy, but he's a sweetheart at best!"
"I'm not grumpy, I just don't like fucking time-wasters at my bar area. He ordered quickly, meaning he is a valued customer at my bar."
Charlie huffed at the cat demon's vulgar reply. Snow couldn't help but chuckle lowly. Taking another sip of his shine. The male looked around the hotel area he was in. Scanning it for more information about his surroundings. His thought track was interrupted when the speedy demon from earlier, which must be the hotel's cleaning maid. Stopped in front of the two and spoke.
"All clean, Miss Charlie, ma'am!" Looks right at Snow "Who's the stud? Is he a new friend? Is he single?"
Snow couldn't help but chuckle with a fluster on his cheeks at the little woman being so bold. Charlie had to step between the two, for safety reasons, of course. Not because of the tiny hint of jealousy behind the daughter of Satan's eyes. No, she needed to remember she had a girlfriend, despite being bisexual herself.
"Niffty, this gentleman, is one of our newest demon's who has come for rehabilitation, his name is Snow."
The male looks at the small Cyclops and winks. The small woman couldn't help but fan herself down at the wink her way. Once she sped away to get on with some of her newest tasks.
Later
Once Snow's registration was complete and his room key was given to him. He made sure to thank Charlie before heading up the stairs. Once outside his room with the key in the door. He enters the cosy room. It was certainly, what's the word? Homey.
"So far, so good."
Snow's Room
Shedding the jacket, Snow's eyes clapped onto the gun that was hidden behind the leather that was once on his back. He had heard stories from his mother that a demon could not touch holy weapons, it would burn them, touching something of purity. He was a demon now. How did this gun not burn him when he took down some of god's vanguards with their creation?
Looking closely at the weapon. Something told him he had to keep the weapon a secret from the rest of the denizens in this establishment. He didn't want them thinking he was an angel in disguise and that he was undercover for God. Something caught the male's eyes when the shotgun lit up and caused him to cover his eyes for a split second.
What appeared next. An ancient text had now scratched itself onto the gun. Snow couldn't believe his eyes. Reading the text, he spoke it out loud to himself.
'Give me thy vow and give me my new name."
Snow was confused for a split second. Once he realised what the text had said. He spoke clearly to the gun.
"My vow, I will protect the inhabitants of Hazbin Hotel. My gun will only aim for those who choose to harm the daughter of Satan and her friends. Be by my side...Jezebel!"
The bright light returned. Once again, blinding for a couple of seconds. Once the light died down, a beautiful demon stood before Snow. She was, of course, naked. Her breasts hanging loose without restraint. Her pale body reflecting the light of the lamps in the room. Long, slender legs stood before the demon sat on the bed.
When Jezebel opens her red eyes and claps her sight on the male before her. She smiles warmly and states.
"Master...you have summoned me to your side. I am yours for eternity until your demise."
Snow couldn't form words. The pale beauty before him had him at a loss for words. What could he say to the woman before him? Her beauty had his tongue-tied. This caused the female to giggle sweetly at the male before her. Slinking over, she straddled him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. With that simple act. Snow was flustered. Once she had finished the kiss. Jezebel spoke.
"Our pact is sealed. You may call on me when you require me to uphold your vow, or when you need a body to warm your bed at night. Rest easy Snow."
With that, Jezebel returned to her gun form and placed herself back on the table near the window of Snow's room. The male was at a loss for words. He had just made out with a woman who had transformed from the gun he had and back again. Looking at the table with the gun laid carefully on its side. Snow lifted it and inspected it. There, on the barrel of the gun. The name he had given the gun, was engraved in old English writing.
"Good to have you by my side, Jezebel."
Climbing into his new bed and switching off the lamp. Snow felt safe in the warm bed in his room at Hazbin/Happy Hotel. Knowing his gun was now on his bedside table at the right of his bed, Snow knew he could reach for it. In the case of intruders or someone, he didn't trust. Jezebel was by his side.
Unbeknownst to him, he wasn't aware of the thief outside. Who was about to make a big mistake.
Next Day
"GOOD MORNING SNOW!"
The minute Snow opened his eyes to the cute face of the hotel manager hovering over him, a smile graced his lips. This kind of wake up call, he could get used to. Sitting up in bed to find a tray of breakfast in front of him, well, colour him surprised at the kind gesture from the daughter of Satan. She soon explained.
"I don't normally bring breakfast up for my guests, but, my two personal servants, they insisted I do this as a, thank you, for choosing to stay here!"
Charlie did mutter something else that Snow did hear. Instead of pushing the subject, he let the demon go about her day while he tucked into his breakfast. While he ate, Charlie took a seat at the end of his bed and pulled a clipboard from her tuxedo jacket and began to speak.
"Today, we are going to focus on you helping around the hotel, a small act of kindness can go a long way to help you bring kindness back into your long-dormant heart."
Snow wasn't paying attention. He was transfixed on the blonde in front of him. This was the daughter of the king of Hell?! She was too much of a sweetheart! Not to mention, she was adorable to a T. His focus soon tuned back in when Charlie was looking at him expectedly for a reply to what she had said. This caused him to flush in embarrassment at nearly getting caught.
"And that is the plan for your rehabilitation today. Any questions Snow?"
Snow nods absentmindedly. He hadn't heard a word Charlie had said. But, he was going to go along with the first bit he heard before he had tuned out.
"So, first of all, I'm going to start with how you got into hell in the first place, what happened?"
Snow paled. He knew there would be questions about his past life. He didn't expect it so soon from the princess of Hell. He is about to answer when a knock on the hotel door broke his soon to be tell-all.
"Darn, I just wanted to know how best to rehabilitate you. Looks like that will have to wait. Can you attend to security while I see to the new guest? I will be grateful if you could."
How could Snow say no to those eyes? With a nod, Charlie squealed in delight and hugged the snow-white demon tightly. Making the male's eyes bulge out of their sockets and his cheeks to tint a light red.
Downstairs
Stood beside the princess along with, what Snow assumed was her beloved girlfriend, the demon named Vaggie. The moment Charlie opened the door. She wasn't expecting an uppity looking angel stood there. Her eyes widened in fear, Vaggie's eyes soon did the same. Snow stood there with an air of indifference to the being of God.
Despite the two looks of fear and the look of indifference. The angel spoke.
"Good evening, spawn of Satan. I, am Azrael. May I have a word with you…" looks at the demon's staring at the winged being. Looking at the one male who didn't show a shred of fear at the female's arrival, it irked the angel for some reason, almost like she knew who this demon was.
"Maybe in private. I don't like the look this one is giving me."
Charlie and Vaggie turned to face Snow. They noticed he had his hand behind his back like he was reaching for something. Only to worry internally when he couldn't find his Jezebel attached to the holster behind his back. Had Charlie confiscated it? Had one of the staff stolen it while he slept or ate breakfast?!
When Snow looked at the two females before looking at the angel at the door. He allows the pure one passage. Once the angel is in the building. Snow excuses himself to run up the hotel stairs. Leaving behind a shocked Charlie to deal with Azrael.
Upstairs
Tipping his room upside down and emptying draws to unsuccessfully find his gun. Snow growls in anger. How is supposed to keep his vow if he was dumb enough to leave his gun unguarded and in plain view? Only thing was, the gun was on the…
Facepalm
Snow lowers his palm to see the window open fully and Jezebel was not on her perch on the table where he had placed her last night. The fury in his eyes grew. Looking behind him in case anyone had followed him to his room. Noticing none of the staff or Charlie's imps, Razzle and Dazzle had followed him upstairs. He dolphin dived right through the open window. Superhero landing on the sidewalk. When Snow's steel-toed boots help him stand to his full height of six foot three. His jacket landing behind his back. He scanned the sidewalk. Once he caught the scent of the thieves that had stolen Jezebel. He began on his warpath.
Back With Charlie
Charlie wishes she could be anywhere but here right now. This angel just loved to hear herself talk. Especially as she went on about how successful the purge of 2019 had gone. Azrael, as shown by her attitude. Didn't care, not once, that she was upsetting the princess of Hell. Vaggie held her hand for comfort. But it didn't stop the impending sadness about to befall her beloved.
"The main reason I am here, Princess Charlotte. You are aware of an angel killer in your midst. Most demons mainly run and hide from the almighty's forces. But one of your servants wrongfully took a stand against my lords and your father's yearly purge. Even though last years purge, was a resounding success, Heaven lost more Angels than Hell lost in demonic souls. Care to explain this unforgivable act of treason?"
Charlie's eyes widened. Something had seemed off about one of her guests when they had arrived at her hotel. Almost like...they were hiding...something!
"I cannot explain one of my guests' actions. As stated in my guidelines for Happy Hotel. All demons wishing to be redeemed must go through therapy and strict rules before they are deemed worthy to enter the pearly gates. My clientele has signed a no disclosure document. Meaning, I cannot give you information about the hotel's inhabitants in case they are marked for death or hiding from overlords and seeking refuge. It's for their safety."
The angel did not look best pleased by this response. If she was trying to avoid looking like she was pissed off. She was doing a good job. She wanted to pull her spear on the Princess of Hell. That was a thought that was running through her head if she wanted to deal with an angry god for breaking the no-killing rule outside of purges that is. She would have to play nice.
With Snow
Body parts were now littered across the filthy street of North Pentagram city. The demons and imps that were being killed. Tried running, only to be mowed down by the angered demon, with Jezebel by his side, wielding her dual M1911's with Demon killing rounds. The two stood side by side and mowed down the demon's stupid enough to charge at them.
"YOU GUYS, ARE OFFICIALLY, THE DUMBEST BASTARDS, I HAVE EVER, HAD THE MISFORTUNE, OF MEETING!"
Snow was shouting while slicing away with the machete he had. Jezebel kept silent. Bullets firing was all the talking the woman needed. Once out of ammo for both of her guns and a demon charging at her. She did the splits, ducking down underneath the charging demon and, with one swift rabbit punch. Punched him square in the testicles. Making them explode on impact. Once the demon was nearly laying on top of Jezebel in pain. She jabbed her heel knife straight into the thing's stomach and kicked upwards. Sending guts and all sorts of pieces of the demon, flying upwards and splattering onto the ceiling above. Nipping up and throwing her gun magazines in the air. Jezebel and Snow teamed up and took down a few more demons.
Once the magazines had landed in Jezebel's guns, the two were now staring down the overlord that had stolen Jezebel in the first place. Jezebel's guns at the ready and Snow's machete readily into striking position.
"It's over Valentino, let us walk peacefully. Otherwise, I will knock your teeth so far down your scummy throat, you'll be shitting them out like sweetcorn. Once you've done shitting out your teeth. My girl here, will splatter your brains all over the ceiling and flush your brain down the toilet."
The pimp overlord couldn't help but squirm at the two with their weapons raised. He wasn't a fighter, he was just your average, manipulative cunt who profited on women's misfortunes and made sleaze bags out of hard-working denizens. He'd made a big mistake stealing Jezebel.
Later
With Valentino's base up in flames from the explosion that Snow had set off. He walked down the street, Jezebel, now in her shotgun form again, resting upon his shoulders. He had done the citizens of Hell a favour. Even if he had got rid of one shit lord. There would be more to come.
A yawn broke Snow's thought track. Looking to the gun on his shoulder, he smiles lovingly up at the demon/shotgun. Whispering to himself.
"Good to have you back baby girl. I promise I'll be more careful next time."
Back at The Hotel
The moment Snow walked into the main lobby of the Hotel. He wasn't expecting to be thrown back out into the street by a blur of white. Knocking the breath out of him and shaking Jezebel lose from his grip. He only seconds to avoid the next attack when an angel spear nearly hit him in the head.
"I found you, ANGEL KILLER!"
Despite how hazy Snow's vision was, he could see how pissed the angel of the lord was at him. Barely getting to his feet and rolling out of the way towards Jezebel. He almost got to her if the angel hadn't have thrown him against the hotel building. Cracking the walls and causing the male demon to go flying past Charlie.
"SNOW!"
Charlie's shout was drowned out by the angel flying toward the demon she was after killing. Snow was slowly getting to his feet. Blood dripping down the front of his face. One eye closed. The minute he spotted the angel. He raised his hand to block the oncoming attack.
The attack didn't reach him.
Song Play: 'No One Will Survive!' by CFO$ (Charlotte Awakens!)
"YOU!"
Snow knelt there in shock. Before him, stood Charlie, more specifically. Charlie's true self. Horns out, evil look on her now determined face and red eyes glaring a hole into the angel's pure soul. The angel spear held tightly in her grasp by its handle.
"You tried to kill my new friend, for that, I can never forgive you!"
Azrael now held fear in her eyes, she had unwillingly, awakened the devil within Charlie. Now she was fucked. With a swift right jab, Charlie sent the demon flying out of the hotel. Despite looking for a reprieve to collect her thoughts, Azrael found none when Charlie had teleported above her and, with a swift kick, sent the angel slamming down into the ground below them. Creating a crater in the road when Azrael caught the next attack. Kicks were dealt, punches were thrown and Charlie would not let up her assault.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU KILL ANYMORE OF MY PEOPLE!"
One missed punch from Azrael led to Charlie ducking and uppercutting the angel in the gut, followed by a knee strike to the chin to the doubled over pure one. Sending the angel down to the ground once again.
Charlie, no, Charlotte, was relishing in the fight she was involved in. watching the angel beg for mercy while she stalked the holy one. Now squirming on the ground, blood dripping from her mouth and her face a mess. With a swift stamp on the being's leg. Azrael yelled in pain and let out a pitiful whimper. Charlotte decided to let up and speak directly to the angel.
"Never, ever, show your face in my kingdom, ever again. If you do, I'll let the I.M.P. deal with you!"
End Song
The angel nods quickly. Allowing Charlie to revert to her sweet and innocent self and run over to Snow to tend to his wounds. Charlie wrapped him up in a hug while Vaggie looked worried for her girlfriend's new friend.
Their moment was soon, short-lived.
"CHARLIE LOOK OUT!"
A spear connected with flesh, however, it was not the attackers intended target. Snow and Charlie looked on horrified, the aggressor looked in anger. The spear hadn't hit the princess like Azrael had wanted to. Instead, Vaggie stood, eyes wide in pain. The holy spear going all the way through her chest. Muffled shouts for her from her girlfriend and her new friend was all she could make out when she dropped to her knees.
Azrael, despite only being able to stand groggily on one leg. Limped her way over to the demon she had hit. Once she reached Vaggie. The hurt demon, who would vanish soon from the divine spear through her heart. Looked up defiantly at the angel staring down on her.
"Why must your people hurt themselves for a whore like you Princess Charlotte? Do you enjoy watching the ones you care about die?"
Even if she was looking at Vaggie, the words had the intended effect on the princess of Hell. Tears left her eyes. Causing something in Snow to snap inside the male's psyche. Who, now, was knelt by Charlie's side. The look on Azrael's face. It showed no remorse. With her knife drawn. She knelt to Vaggie's level and placed the blade to the demon's throat.
"VAGGIE!"
"Charlie...I'm sorry."
Charlie froze. No words needed as she stared at the dying demon she loved before her.
"...I love you."
The knife brought off Vaggie's head from her shoulder's. Charlie had to hide behind Snow's jacket when Azrael raised her lover's head to show the princess of Hell what would happen to those she cared about if she didn't give up the angel killer.
Proceeding to let the head and the body disintegrate and the dust to blow into the wind. Azrael moved forward and made her way slowly and menacingly to the princess of Hell. Changing into her pure angel form and leaping for the two laid against the wall.
BANG, reload, BANG
No spoken words left the angel's mouth ever again. Charlie looked in shock at the now headless angel before her. She soon turned her head to the side and saw a sight she was glad to see. Snow had raised Jezebel in time and, with quick thinking, fired off the holy shotgun, twice, once in the chest and one right between Azrael's eyes. Now, the angel's destroyed heart and her brain matter were splattered all over the princess of Hell and Snow before the body slumped back and fell to the ground. Blood spurting from the neck where the head of the angel used to be.
Later
The memorial for Vaggie was, to say the least, a small affair. Though Angel Dust loved to tease Vaggie when she was alive, he was surprisingly respectful for the hotel manager in her tough time. Hell, Husk was being, somewhat nice, in his sort of way. There was no sign of the radio demon. Niffty hadn't stopped blubbering since she heard the news of one of her friends being killed by a rogue angel.
Even though Charlie was being strong. her friends and patrons knew full well what was going on. She was hurting. And hurting severely. Even if she wanted to blame Snow for Vaggie's death. She knew he was just protecting the three during the encounter. Before the purge ended, he was set upon by eight angels when the time was up. When he had explained it to her that he had acted in self-defence, he had no idea what the purge was when he had landed in Hell. He had no idea it was a crime to kill angels outside of the purge.
Charlie took the positive from it and just decided to add it to his therapy. But, the moment she looked up the stairs, her sadness reappeared. She knew he never wanted this. Though he hardly knew Vaggie. He and her late girlfriend had gotten on great in the short time they knew each other.
Checking to see if any of the guests would notice her absence, Charlie ascended the stairwell. Not knowing, a certain radio demon was watching her, very, very, closely.
Snow's Room
Washing his face in his bathroom sink to get the blood off his face. He grew angry with himself. Not only did he want to redeem himself by NOT killing others, but, he had also broken one of his vows to Jezebel. The shotgun, which now rested on the bedside table next to him, instead of the table near the window. Had not appeared in her human form since Vaggie had died. Until Snow made a new vow. He could no longer use Jezebel in combat.
"I'm such a fucking idiot. It's only my second day and I've fucked up badly."
Snow whispers harshly to himself in the mirror. His snow-white hair now tied into a messy ponytail. Something he always did before he went to sleep. If he could get any sleep tonight.
Knock, Knock, Knock
The rhythmic knocking paused Snow mid-thought. He was about to ignore the door until a sweet voice made his heartbreak.
"Snow...it's Charlie. May I enter?"
The male sighs sadly. His stupidity had cost Charlie the one she loved. How could he face the princess now?! However, with his mind made up. He calls softly.
"Of course, please, come in Charlie."
The moment the male opened the door, he was enveloped into a bear hug. Breaking his heart further. How could he cause this one, pure being grief? She was too pure to be hell-born. Yet, he cost her her lover at the price of keeping Charlie safe. Almost as if she had read his thoughts. Charlie pulled away and, with her arms still hanging around his neck. She spoke.
"Stop feeling guilty Snow. Yes, I am still grieving my dead girlfriend. But, it doesn't mean you will stop being my new best friend. I know you meant no harm to come to me or Vaggie, or my hotel for that matter. I've already forgiven you. You, just need to find it in you to forgive yourself."
Snow laughed softly. Making Charlie smile.
"There's that handsome smile. See, we can work through this rough patch together and redeem you in no time!"
Even though he got flustered at the princess calling him handsome from her sweet lips. He had to agree with Charlie. Tomorrow was another day. Vaggie wouldn't want her lover and her best friend to mope around. Tomorrow, they would keep Vaggie in their hearts and carry on like she was still there.