Rosie hadn't exactly met Idosing.

All she did know was what Alastor had told her over the past few months, but Rosie could get the impression that he cared for the deer in tough times. But when she was suddenly visited by the musician, Rosie could tell something was off.

Idosing had basically laid out everything in front of her in a disappointed tone, and she could tell why.

To put it simply, Alastor had wound relapsing into drug addiction courtesy of the king of Hell, Lucifer. The musician received the news from Molly, Alastor's girlfriend and notified him, Angel Dust and Alastor's parents.

Obviously, Abigail and Eddie were a bit angry at their son's demeanour, but they couldn't blame him as Lucifer was a force to be reckoned with.

Molly was busy caring for Alastor as he handled the withdrawal process, which should take a few days.

"So.." Rosie said softly, "What do we do?"

"Well, we could only just do so much." Idosing stated, "I mean, we could just send him to a rehab center, but that would take too long."

"Y-yeah, but he is getting drafted next year, right?"

"Mmhm. However, if he does get into rehab, his draft will be delayed until next next year." Idosing said plainly, "Fuck, he might not get drafted at all."

"He's been pretty enthusiastic about joining, right?" Rosie inquired.

Idosing chuckled, "All the stuff we said has made him pretty excited for it. But I think even he knows that this might blow his chance."

"Do you have a plan?" Rosie asked.

"Not really, but there's something I think we should not do." Idosing stated.

"What's that?"

"Telling the Hazbin Hotel staff." Idosing said, "For some strange reason, they're going to get a showcase of an Extermination in action, in a few days."

Rosie raised an eyebrow, "Um, that's.."

"Fucked up? I think it's more of a way to assert dominance over them. Make them fear Heaven, for lack of a better term." Idosing mused.

"So, you're going to meet them?" Rosie asked.

"Pretty much. I've got participate in this year's Extermination, and since they're doing that stupid showcase, I and Al's girl will meet with them." Idosing said.

"You know her?" Rosie inquired.

Idosing nodded, "We trained together. She was kicked out of the military for personal reasons a few decades back, and we became friends somewhat. I'm not as close as some of the others I know."

"Really? Well, I'm sure you approve of their relationship." Rosie mused.

"Of course, I would. Alastor's been through a lot but I think he deserves something like that." Idosing said, "In the meantime, let's just hope he gets better."

"I hope so too." Rosie said softly.

Alastor wasn't sure what the worst part of withdrawal was.

But he knew that craving for the drug was arguably one of the worst.

He physically had to fight off the urge of even attempting to grab the syringe that Lucifer had given him. Sometimes, he wanted to inject some into his system so that he could get it all over with.

Molly was there to keep him at bay by swiping the syringe from his hands or distracting him with something else.

They mostly did mundane activities such as watching movies and television shows, with Alastor under the symptoms of a very bad fever, and muscle spasms.

Unfortunately, Molly had to leave for the next Extermination which meant that Alastor wouldn't be by her side for a while.

However, she had called someone to come over.

"Who is it?" Alastor asked.

"Someone you trust." Molly said as she began to get ready to leave.

"Is the Extermination going to be bad?" Alastor questioned.

"We've been through worse." Molly stated, "I hope that we can handle the other factor though."

Alastor had heard about the Hazbin Hotel tour of the Extermination this year. He wasn't so sure why paradise was doing it, but he could tell something was off about it.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Molly perked up and pranced her way to the front gate with Alastor stumbling behind her. The radio host wasn't so sure who it was going to be, but staring at the person waiting at the gate reassured him.

His mother was brought inside, with her smiling at Molly's greetings. They talked as they waltzed their way inside, while Alastor leaned against the door frame.

Abigail looked much better the last time the radio host saw her, then again, he was taking a while to rest from the bartending work.

She looked over at him with a faint smirk, that had a hint of worry across it. Alastor knew that as a warning for what to come.

Unfortunately, Alastor had already been notified that Molly would leave once his new caretaker arrived.

The blonde looked at him, and she nodded solemnly before turning away quickly and walking away. Alastor knew that she was trying her best not to cry for the time she was there. But he could tell that she cried whenever he wasn't looking or paying attention.

But his attention at the moment was directed to his mother who was staring at him.

"I.."

"Al.. I thought you.."

"I'm sorry." Alastor stuttered.

She took a deep breath, "I'm mad and disappointed in you, Alvin Astor."

That hit the radio host a bit harder than he anticipated, but he tried to keep his composure together.

"Please.."

Abigail sighed, "I know from what Molly and Idosing told me, that you.. really.."

Unable to complete her sentence, she stared at her son again, with him trying to formulate something to say to her tha could alleviate everything that happened over the past few days.

"Maman.."

"I should torture you again." Abigail hissed, to which Alastor actually froze.

"N-no, please d-don't." Alastor stammered.

She slowly approached him, "If this happens again, I would make the second time more painful."

The radio host shook his head, "I promise that this won't happen again, I promise, I-"

He was suddenly grabbed by the collar and was face to face with his mother, who was staring down at him judgmentally.

"Are you sure?" Abigail said sternly.

"I'm sure!" Alastor stammered, "I promise!"

She didn't seem fazed by his pleas but Abigail suddenly smirked, and gave a kiss to the top of his forehead, which made him go still.

Without warning, she begin to sing.

It was hard to distinguish what song it was, because he could tell the lyrics were in French but that was out of his mind, as Abigail suddenly hoisted him up onto her shoulders and carried her to the bedroom.

Alastor was partially bracing for the worst, but his mother gently brought him to the comforting warmth of his bed. She wrapped him within the weighted blanket and he could feel himself beginning to feel just a bit better.

"Go to rest, chérie."

"Why do they want to do this?"

The Hotel staff were around the dining table in their new humble abode. It had been a hectic past few days with the tour that Heaven had given them across the numerous locations it had to offer.

However, the next destination was questionable.

For the next part of their tour of paradise, they were going to witness an Extermination unfold first hand. Why exactly that was a part of their tour was a bit of a mystery.

Ultimately, everyone could assume that it was more of a way to invoke fear into them as a friendly reminder that they remained sinners.

Still, it riled them up and set everyone off on a bad mood. In the meantime, they went into their separate rooms.

Paradise was fortunate enough to give a large house to stay for the vacation. It had everything for all of them, and it seemed to give them a lot of things for their benefit.

Charlie and Vaggie were staying in their own rooms, and were mostly venting things towards each other.

"Just.. why do they want to bring us there?" Vaggie said bitterly, "They just want to spit in our faces? Kill us?"

"I don't know, hon." Charlie replied exasperatedly, "But if they want us to do it, we have to do it."

Vaggie turned to her girlfriend, "What if we meet that Idosing fellow?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah." Charlie sighed, "We might. He's a Sergeant, correct?"

The moth demon nodded, "High ranking guy, definitely someone we should look out for. Maybe we can ask him about Alastor."

"We've got to find him soon." Charlie murmured.

"I'm sure we will, hon." Vaggie reassured, "I'm sure we will."