Note

Wolf Mike: The mist that visited Lucifer in the previous chapter does indeed have a similar appearance to Ghidorah, but it's personality is more like Godzilla's.

Also, it's name is not Don Juan.

Enjoy, and please R&R!

Chapter 29

The day was relatively quiet. Aside from a brief argument between Husk and Nifty about proper maintenance (mostly Nifty, Husk didn't give a shit), everything was going smoothly.

Trevor was on the couch, reading a book on Greek mythology, while Vaggie laid with her head in his lap. She listened as he read aloud the section about the Hydra.

"'The Hydra was one of the deadliest creatures to be born of the Underworld,'" Trevor read. "'It's most famous power was the ability to grow two heads for every one head that was cut off. Supposedly, the only way to kill the Hydra was to burn the stumps of the chopped-off pectoral heads, cut off the center head, and burn it.'"

"Did anyone ever kill it?" Vaggie asked.

"Heracles, the original Hercules, was said to be the only one who killed it. It was one of his 12 Labors to become a god."

"I thought the gods were obnoxious douches who slept with everyone."

"Mostly just the Olympians. The gods of the Underworld were pretty chill, unless you got on their bad side."

The door of the Hotel opened and closed quickly. Trevor and Vaggie looked over the back of the couch to see who entered the building.

It was a female demon with grey skin. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her clothing was inept for the weather outside. She just wore a black business dress with a thin leather jacket overtop.

"Hi, excuse me," she said in a shy voice. "I'm looking for a place to stay until I get my own place. Can I have a room?"

"Of course, dear!" Vaggie said, getting off the couch and walking up to her. "Any preferences?"

"Not really," the woman replied. "Oh, except for loud neighbors. I can't stand them."

"Of course. Follow me, I'll take you to one of our better rooms."

As Vaggie led the woman upstairs, Trevor couldn't help but feel like he knew her. He was sure that he saw her before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Thinking nothing of it, he decided to continue reading his book. He read it in a softer voice.

"'Persephone, the wife of Hades, was originally one of the many goddesses of Spring,'" he read. "'She was abducted by Hades when he became smitten with her, the traditional way to take a woman as a wife. Persephone's dread quickly turned to love as she understood his loneliness and his admiration of her. She willingly took on the role of Queen of the Underworld, and was respected by all, even Hades himself.'"

The front door opened once more, eliciting a groan of mild annoyance from Trevor. With Vaggie gone, he had to take charge of this visitor.

This demonness was dressed appropriately for the weather, with a thick feather scarf and a long skirt. Her pink hair covered one of her blue eyes, and her cyan skin almost seemed to glow.

Trevor remembered this woman. She was at Lucifer's masquerade.

"I hope I'm not disturbing anyone," the woman said in a voice that would make men's hearts melt. Not Trevor's, of course.

"Not at all," he assured. "Here for a room, or are you interested in our Redemption Program?"

"Mostly for a room, but I wouldn't mind checking out the Program."

"Very well, Miss...?"

"Gills. Adriana Gills."

"I hope it's to your liking," Vaggie said after introducing the demonness to her room.

"Oh, very much so," she replied. "A bit smaller than I'm used to, but I'm not picky. This is quite cozy."

"I will, of course, need a name for the record."

"Oh, of course. You can just put down 'Kore,' dear."

"That's spelled with a C, right?"

"K, dear."

Vaggie wrote that down in her notepad before throwing Kore a friendly smile.

"I hope you enjoy your stay at the Hazbin Hotel!" she said, before taking her leave.

"Thank you, dear!"

Kore took her jacket off and set it on the chair in front of the desk. She remembered the man in the living area that Vaggie was associating with.

She could sense something in him that she recognized. It was a very tense pull that tugged at her core.

"The day will come, my love," she whispered, clutching the smokey white gem on her necklace. "He will fall, and we will reign again."