Hello everyone, I'm back again with another chapter for all of you. This time it will focus on Charlie and Dante's relationship building. I think I'll leave boygoo500's question to a poll on if the Hazbin Hotel's name should be Hazbin May Cry Hotel. But for now, I'll leave it as it is and answer some Q&A.
Darkmessiah17: Thanks, but I am still going with this ship, and I will go down with it too. But like I told Infinite Chronicles in Mission 2, I want it to develop and not be a "dump you for the hot guy" gag.
tomahawkESP: She is Canon, so why not. (I know there was a comic of the series, but I'm not too familiar with them)
Alpha-Lonewolf: Glad you enjoyed it, and I had no idea it reminded you of that. Also, for Sergeant Dredd, good guest.
Loth-Eth: Don't worry about them, I'm sure they will be fine.
Anyway, let's dive in and enjoy Hell.
Mission 7: Fixing things up
Channel 666 News started to play as Tom Trench sat at the desk along with a female sand red scorpion demon with long braided black hair that resembled a stinger. She also had scorpion pincers, green eyes, and was wearing a gray suit over her developed figure. "Good afternoon, I'm Tom Trench," Tom introduced himself.
"And I'm Caroline Clamper," the scorpion introduced herself sounding like a valley girl. "Like in today's news, the Porn Studio owned by Overlord Vincent was burnt down earlier today."
"It's Valentino, Hun. But, that's right folks, the Overlord of adult entertainment and pimp Valentino is now officially dead. How do we know he is dead? Well, we found footage of who is responsible for the destruction. Let's take a look," Tom said as he and Caroline turned to the greenscreen. They and the viewers saw a recording of everything that happened outside the studio. From someone entering the building and various demons fleeing, to the building catching on fire that led to more demons running out of the inferno, to someone jumping from the top floor and landing on their feet. The picture to the news studio got zoomed in on the figure, as it showed Dante carrying Angel Dust on his back. "And there you have it, folks. The one who trashed the Porn Studio was none other than the Son of Sparda himself; Dante."
"OMG, Tom! Sparta's son was like the same guy who killed that good-for-nothing bitch, Katie Killjoy," Caroline said. "Too bad I didn't meet the guy. He got me this position when it opened up again. Like, thanks, Dante."
"Close, Hun. It's Sparda, not Sparta," Tom again corrected his coworker. "If you're watching this Dante, thank you. Not only is she hot, but I got a coworker that doesn't hit me," he said while he leans in and whispers to the camera.
"Like, whatever Tom. The point is Killjoy is fucking dead and I'm anchorwoman," Caroline waved off, not hearing his latest part. "Anyway, people are now wondering, what is going on with Box and Vivian? Well, I'm sure they are so pissed that their friend and business partner is dead, so Dante, my advice to you is to stay in hiding or avoid the streets for I don't know, forever? But we will update you soon, folks. So, stay tuned and we will be right back after these messages."
"When we return, we'll be talking about Verosika Mayday's embarrassing arrest up top," Tom told the viewers.
The TV in the hotel lobby was then turned off by Husker. "Looks like you're in some deep shit kid," the winged cat told the white-haired demon hunter. "I'm surprised that the TV head or the creepy doll didn't rush up here and demand your head already."
"I have no idea who you are even talking about," Dante took a seat on one of the stools to the bar.
Cherri couldn't help herself as she facepalmed at Dante's remark. "I warned you about killing Valentino," she said as she smudged some of her mascara. "Killing him will upset both Vox and Velvet as they allied with each other."
"She's right. What were you thinking," Vaggie scream at the Demon Hunter as she had a handful of her hair. "This place will be crawling with assassins trying to kill you and do a lot of damage to this hotel!"
"I was thinking of getting Angel to behave himself if I knew who he was hiding from, that way he can fully be on board with being redeemed instead of whoring himself to that arrogant bastard," Dante countered her argument. "And it worked, didn't it?"
Vaggie was ready to argue his statement but as she opened her mouth, she couldn't come up with anything. "Maldito Hijo de un Maldito caballero demonio," (Damn son of a fucking demon knight.) she muttered in her native tongue.
"Look, I know this may look bad, but he did get Angel out of his contract with Val. Even if it means killing one of the most dangerous Overlords Hell has ever seen, this should do some good," Charlie exclaimed as everyone was looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"I hate to argue with you, but how is killing Valentino a good thing, hon," Vaggie asked her girlfriend.
"I think it's a good thing," Angel shared his opinion, only to have the female moth glared at him. The expression on her face, told him 'you're not helping.' The Spider demon sighed and asked Husk for a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Charlie took a deep breath before she started to explain herself. "Angel was not taking redemption too seriously because Val had a tight grip on him, right," she asked the others, who nodded to see where she was going with this. "Well, it could be the same with other demons that worked for him. Some of them might have been forced to… you know… get involved with that business," Charlie said, wanting to be subtle about demons being forced into prostitution. "Anyway, some may have wanted to stop, and they could come here if they recognized Dante or remember Angel is here."
"Charlie, I doubt any demon that worked for Valentino is going to want to be redeemed," Vaggie told her girlfriend, who frowned at her hopes being crushed again. Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door and Angel went to check after finishing his drink.
Opening the door, he gasped as he saw six demons that previously worked for Valentino. "Guys! What brings you around here," the spider demon asked.
"Well, we didn't have anywhere to go after the studio burned down," remarked a succubus with pink and purple skin, dressed in a pair of short shorts and a leopard print bikini.
"Then we remembered that the Son of Sparda said he was here," voiced a shirtless incubus with red and black skin who only wore a pair of bondage pants.
"He actually saved us from this disgusting pig before he tried finding you," said a fox demon in a short dress as her succubus friend in a tank top and skirt with heels nodded.
"A number of us never really had much of a choice in working for Mister Valentino," a pit bull-like hellhound with jeans and a shirt that read 'Sabaton' admitted. "Some were in debt; others didn't know what else to do."
"So, we thought we could try giving this redemption thing a try while we had a roof over our heads," stated a minotaur-like sinner with a vest and shorts. "Can you give us a chance?"
Before Angel could say anything, Charlie ran over and accidentally shoved the ex-porn star into a wall. "We'd be happy to help you," the princess said with sparkles in her eyes as she welcomed the six former employees of Valentino inside.
As the new arrivals entered, Dante and Alastor looked at a gawking Vaggie and smirked at her in amusement. "I have to watch what I say," Vaggie sighed in defeat, not expecting the outcome that happened.
"Probably," Dante cracked before the succubus in the leopard print bikini approached him.
"Thank you so much for what you did," she told Dante, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek. "Val was the worst."
"At least, you won't have to look at his ugly face anymore," Dante said while the staff of the hotel remembered the devil hunter had the former Overlord as a new weapon. "Still, this place could get a little work done with all these new clients," Dante said as he looked around with the succubus still clinging to him.
"Yeah, this place is in pretty bad shape compared to Mister Valentino's," the incubus said.
"That place is a smoldering pile of ash now, so this is better than nothing," the fox demon voiced.
"I'll say," Angel Dust moaned while stuck in the wall Charlie pushed him into. "A little help here," he asked before the minotaur yanked him out. As dust fell from the wall and was shaken off Angel, Niffty immediately started cleaning up. "Thanks, stud," Angel told the biggest customer.
"Alright, since all of you are willing to give this place a chance, there are a few rules you have to follow," Vaggie told every one of them, pushing the succubus off of Dante. "No drugs, no alcohol, and no harems, orgies, or whatever else you want to call it. I don't want this place to smell like a sex hotel."
"You say no alcohol, but there's a bar right over there," remarked the succubus being shoved.
"Think of it this way," Dante voiced before continuing. "You control how much you drink. Just don't go overboard and hurl on the carpet. Bad enough as it is."
"Yeah, otherwise Niffty here will kill you," Husk pointed to the small cyclops demon who waved.
"I actually do have a question," the fox demon raised her hand. "I know you said we can't have orgies and such, but what about making out or regular sex?"
Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other, blushing as they, both knew they did the bedroom mambo before. "Just, uh… just keep it quiet and out of sight," Charlie relented.
This made Dante raise an eyebrow and Angel snicker, prompting Vaggie to punch them both in the arm. "Ow! That hurt," Angel whined. "What do you do? Punch concrete for training or fist the princess here," he said to Vaggie, earning him a punch in each of his other arms. "Fuck! Seriously, that hurts!"
"You deserved it," Alastor voiced, bringing the newcomers' attention to the infamous Radio Demon. "Hello! It's a pleasure to meet all of you," the deer-like demon greeted cheerfully.
"Um…hi…" The succubus in the tank top said nervously. "You must be Al, right," she asked, slowly reaching her hand out to the Radio Demon. "I'm Dia."
"That's right! Alastor's the name, I'm Charlie's business partner of this fine establishment," he said as he shook her hand. After shaking her hand, he noticed the hellhound and only waved to the dog-like demon with an almost nervous-looking smile.
"Fine is putting it lightly. But still, the place does need renovation," Dante added, looking around and seeing a painting nearly fall off the wall.
"Any suggestions," Vaggie dryly asked while Angel rubbed his sore arms.
"Honestly, I'd feel more at home if there were some things like in my office in here. Pool table, jukebox, that kinda stuff," Dante said.
"That's… actually a good idea," Vaggie admitted, having once thought of a similar idea before.
"I think a jukebox is a wonderful idea," Alastor said as he put a hand on the demon hunter's shoulder, agreeing with his idea. "So much more class than those tall loud, rectangles most people use nowadays."
"You mean loudspeakers," the Pitbull hellhound asked.
"Yes, those things. Really, it just makes you go deaf even faster," the Radio Demon replied, giving less of a smile and more of a small smirk.
"And with some music, I can clean around faster than before," Niffty added liking the idea as well.
"Hold on, Smiles here knows what a jukebox is? I thought they were only really popular for a few decades around when I was still alive," Angel voiced.
"The earliest models were made around the 1920s, Angel," Vaggie stated.
"Huh. Well, you learn something new every day," the spider demon remarked.
Husk finished off a bottle of alcohol before he spoke up. "A pool table would be good. You can only play so many rounds of cards before everyone gets tired," the cat-like bartender stated.
Dante nodded before he started heading for the door. "Okay. I'll go see if there's any in a few shops I passed by while finding Angel earlier," he told the others.
"Not smelling like that man," the Pitbull stated as he held his nose.
Questioning what he meant, Dante took a whiff of himself and recoiled in disgust along with everyone else that was too close. "Ugh, I hope I don't have an STD from cutting that bug in half," he said as he pinched his nose. "His blood went everywhere. Thanks for the warning," Dante told the hellhound.
"Name's Bullet," the dog-like demon said.
"Well, we can't have you going out while you reek of dead Overlord," Charlie said. "You get cleaned up while I have Niffty take care of your clothes," the princess told the hunter before seeing the condition the coat was in. "Do you really wear this wherever you go?"
"Yeah. It repairs itself like how I heal from getting stabbed all the time," Dante told them.
"Self-repairing is good, but it's obviously not self-cleaning," Vaggie stated as she looked at the blood-soaked clothing and even saw some scorch marks.
"Well, it's the only thing I have since I got picked up without a change of clothes," Dante countered, reminding the others he didn't bring luggage with him to Hell.
"Well, you could always borrow some of my clothes," Angel offered.
Looking at Angel Dust, Dante only smirked while shaking his head. "Yeah, no thanks. I'm sure only you could pull that look off, Chest Fluff," he said.
"True," Angel said, pushing up the fluff of his chest.
"No need to fret, my friend," Alastor said. "I can help with your attire," he said before snapping his fingers, instantly changing Dante's coat into a fancy red suit, then back again. "Everyone should have a little class and style in their lives."
Not minding the look of the suit, Dante nodded. "Okay. I'll clean up, then go shopping," he said as he made his way up to his room to wash up and clean the demon blood and guts off of himself.
As Dante cleaned himself up, Charlie spoke with each of the new arrivals to go through the purpose of the hotel. "Okay, so in order for all of you to reach your goal into Heaven, we first need to list off all of the sins you committed into coming down here," she told them as she readies her clipboard. "Though, I can already figure out a few since you worked for Valentino," she remarked.
"Can't really blame us, princess," the incubus said to her. "It was either use your body or get beaten. Right, Candy," he turns towards the leopard bikini-wearing succubus.
"I don't want to talk about it, Salvia," the succubus, now known as Candy, said as she sat on the couch with her arms crossed. "Angel suffered the most out of it, then came Dia and Summer," she pointed to the other succubus and fox who were having a small martini at the bar.
"At the very least, Bullet and Terry were there most of the time to make it less painful," Summer commented, pointing to the hellhound and the minotaur.
"Yeah... Sorry, we couldn't find you in time. Luckily, Dante did it for us," Terry, the minotaur, apologized to the two girls. They simply waved it off, saying it was no big deal.
"Right. So, anything you want to add," Charlie asked in a sheepish smile.
"Me? I did cocaine, heroin, marijuana, crystal meth, and like my name Salvia," the incubus said to Charlie as she wrote this down. "Also, a lot of pansexual romps."
"I'll write it down as cheating on multiple spouts," Charlie wrote down as she now focuses on Candy. "How about you, Candy?"
"I would say the same, minus the heroin and meth," she sighed.
"Me and Dia had three homicides, did cocaine, and heroin and robbed four buildings," Summer told Charlie.
"Since we are all sharing our sins, I did murder five people and raped over seven women," Bullet admitted, not proud of what he did. "Had to because Val forced me to…" Hearing this, Charlie put her hand on the dog demons' head to try and give comfort, cheering him up a little.
"I did kill three people, did some marijuana… the last part is personal," Terry said, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, come on, Terry. We're all admitting to our crimes, so what makes you so special," Salvia asked as the others agreed with the black and red incubus.
"Alright, alright, just don't judge me later," he told them. "When I was alive I… at one time… uh, had sex with a… cow."
Everyone looked at the minotaur silently in surprise before Angel spoke up. "Bet you really wanted milk after that, huh," he joked, getting a chuckle out of the succubi and even Terry himself.
"Believe it or not, that's how I actually got killed," Terry admitted shyly. "Soon as I… finished, the cow sat on me."
"Yeesh, talk about sitting on your face," Angel cringed as to how painful that must have been.
"I'm actually glad it was that and not the bull goring me with his horns," the minotaur mentioned.
"And I thought you died in the running of the bulls," Bullet voiced.
"I thought he was Greek," Candy whispered to Salvia, confused about Terry's heritage on Earth.
"Moving back on topic," Charlie said as she wrote down the details of everyone. "Now that we know what everyone's here for, we can work out something to help with all your problems."
"I bet that pool table would help," Vaggie said. "I think Dante's clothes should start being cleaned up now."
"Already on it," Nifty said as she skittered by, holding Dante's jacket and other clothes in her arms. But due to her size, she ended up not seeing anything past the laundry she was holding up and crashed into a wall. "I'm okay," the cyclops said before a painting fell on her head. "Still okay."
"Persistent little bug, ain't she," Summer remarked as Niffty went to do the laundry.
"Well, we can't have our esteemed guest going around without a fresh set of clothes," Alastor said, waving his microphone in front of a coat rack and materializing the suit he gave Dante earlier on it. "Charlie, my dear, why not go and give the Son of Sparda his change of clothes while we make sure none of our more… promiscuous patients decide to pay him a visit," the Radio Demon told the hotel owner.
"Why does she get to go," Angel asked, wanting to object.
"Because unlike you and you're fuck-loving buddies, she won't do a thing," Husk pointed out. "Plus, it's her building."
"Then why not Vaggie or Z," Angel questioned.
Alastor only pointed at Vaggie, who was keeping the new arrivals from doing anything she thought was against the rules they set. "Hands where I can see them," Vaggie shouted as she held a spear in front of Dia and Summer. As for Z, he was now in an arm-wrestling contest with Terry and starting to lose.
"You're going down, lizard breath," Terry smirked.
"No, I'm not," Z struggled, but was not going to get pinned down very easily.
"I'll happily take them to him, Al," Charlie took the suit and headed upstairs.
Charlie made it to the third floor with no trouble at all as she heard the shower still being on. "Dante! I'm heading into your room, okay," she warned before no reply was made. Charlie entered to see that he was still in the shower and heard him humming something. "I'm putting the clothes on your bed," she said very loudly, hoping he heard her. Charlie placed the clothing on the bed neatly and was about to walk out until she spotted a silver amulet with a red gem on Dante's pillow. Curious, Charlie picked up the amulet and felt it in her hands as she felt how smooth it was. "Why would he carry something like this around," she asked herself just before she accidentally pushed the lock on the side to reveal a picture of a woman that looks to be in her mid-to-late forties having long blonde hair with short bangs, dark eyes, and some makeup on. Charlie couldn't help but think that the woman in the picture was very pretty. "I wonder who this is," the princess asked herself before noticing that the room was quiet.
"You know, snooping around isn't very nice," Dante said, startling Charlie.
Charlie quickly jumped and placed the amulet back on the pillow and quickly turned around. "I'm sorry," she exclaimed. "I was actually bringing you some fresh clothes up and noticed it on… the… bed…" Charlie's face turned red as right before her eyes, Dante was wearing nothing but a towel. Despite his age, the Demon Hunter had a well-sculpted figure as there was no fat on him. Everything was nothing more than muscle and abs. She knew he was in shape, but she didn't expect him to be rocking a six-pack. Charlie also knew about his healing factor and she did expect a few scars here and there, but there wasn't even anything that looked like a papercut. There wasn't even any sign of the stab wound Vaggie accidentally gave him. "I... um... I... I should let you get dressed," she stammered before running out into the hall, slamming the door shut.
"Still got it," Dante chuckled to himself and started to get dressed.
Charlie's heart was beating so loud that she could hear it rapidly, trying to calm her breathing. 'Okay, Charlie. Calm down. Just calm down. You were in the wrong there. I mean, it's not the first time you've seen a hot guy shirtless,' she told herself in her head before shaking those thoughts out but failed and freaked herself out more. 'What did I just think!?'
"Charlie is everything alright," Vaggie asked as she came running upstairs to check up on her. "I heard a door slam and came up as quickly as possible."
The Princess of Hell wanted to keep her head down low, only to not show her reddened face. "I'm fine, Vaggie. Just bad timing," Charlie admitted, her tone calmer than her facial features.
"Charlie why aren't you looking at me," Vaggie asked as she tried to pull her face up, but the princess of hell kept looking down. "Did he do something? If he did, I am going to drive my spear somewhere he can't heal," the moth demon exclaimed, approaching the door and ready to storm the room.
This made Charlie look up and react quickly. "Wait, Vaggie it's not what you think," she said as she tried to stop her girlfriend.
"Dante, open up," Vaggie yelled as she banged on the door.
"I'm getting dressed. Can it wait," The Demon Hunter asked through the door.
"I want to know what you did to Charlie," the moth demon demanded.
"Nothing, Charles just caught me at the wrong moment," Dante said.
"Caught you in the wrong moment," Vaggie repeated this time more calmly and confused. Suddenly, it hit her as she turned to her girlfriend who was standing next to her looking down as if she was a child that did something wrong. "Wait, Charlie did you walk in on him?"
"I'm sorry, Vaggie. I did warn him, but I came in too quick and saw him by the bed in a towel," Charlie explained. It was only a half-truth, but only because Dante made it sound that way it did. "I panicked and quickly put the clothes on the bed and ran out slamming the door."
"Right after dropping my necklace," Dante added. "Hmm, this is actually fitting nicely," he muttered to himself.
"Necklace," Vaggie questioned, curious as to why Dante mentioned it and what Charlie had to do with it. "Hun, what's he talking about?"
Charlie couldn't escape now that he told her. Sighing in defeat she told the full truth. "I dropped off his clothing but as I was going to leave, I saw a necklace on his pillow. I was curious why he kept something like that, considering who he is, and I didn't see him as the type to wear one. Turns out it's actually a locket and he caught me. Then, I turned around and panicked just like I said."
"A locket? Of what," Vaggie asked just before Dante stepped out of his room, giving them an answer.
"My mother," he explained, showing the one-eyed demon the amulet to show Charlie was telling the truth. Opening the side of the necklace, Vaggie saw the picture of the blonde woman for herself. "Her name's Eva."
"This is the woman that Sparda fell in love with," Vaggie said in awe.
"She's really pretty," Charlie voiced.
"Thanks. Next time ask before you look at what's not yours," he said while he closed the locket.
"Sorry, again," Charlie apologized. "So, you carry it wherever you go?"
"Something like that. The original is at my place on my desk," Dante explains. "As for why it's shaped like an amulet, well... It's a copy of one she gave me and my brother Vergil when we turned eight. Turns out, it served two purposes when together. The first one was a gateway between Earth and Hell. The second was to unlock Dad's power in his sword."
"The sword you always carry," Vaggie asked him.
"Nah, that one's in my office. Have it hanging up on the wall. The one I carry is one he gave me called Rebellion," Dante told the girls.
"Isn't it dangerous to keep something that powerful left alone in your office," Charlie asked, thinking some demon will be able to steal it and take over Hell.
"Not really, only I can use its true power, and someone I'm close with borrows it from time to time," Dante said, not worried about anybody trying to steal the sword named after his father. "But enough about that, we got to go shopping," he said as the three of them headed downstairs.
After getting dressed, Dante and Charlie exited the hotel while Vaggie and Alastor made sure everyone behaved themselves while the two were gone. Before they left, Angel gave Dante a snazzy red fedora and a white scarf to match his suit. The spider demon even remarked Dante looked like a taller version of his brother.
"That was nice of Angel to give you something to go with your outfit," Charlie remarked as they walked the streets of Pentagram City.
"Got to hand it to him, he knows more about modern fashion than Smiles," Dante said, referring to Alastor by the nickname Angel once gave him.
The first shop they decided to go to was a music store to get a jukebox. "Find anything that could be good for the hotel," Charlie asked as she was looking at one with neon lights.
Looking at the inventory, Dante saw one that was just like the model he once had when first starting Devil May Cry, but he smashed it to get it to work when several demons tried to kill him, and he wanted to listen to music while fighting them off. "This one," Dante answered.
"I see you're a man with taste," a demon with grey skin wearing a black shirt and washed-up jeans with different types of tattoos all over his body approached. "That one is a favorite among demons. I'll gladly give it to you for 21,800 Sin," he stated, giving the machine an overprice of how much it's really worth.
"How much is that in these," the Demon Hunter asked as he pulled out a $100 bill.
"$21,800," He said, not even dropping the price one bit.
"Maybe we should look somewhere else, Dante," Charlie suggested, knowing that the man didn't have enough.
When the salesman heard the name, he froze up. "D-d-d… Dante," he stuttered out.
"That's my name," the half-demon said as the salesman hardly recognized him with the hat and different clothing on.
The salesdemon gave a large gulp as sweat dripped from his forehead. "A-a-actually how about I make you a deal for this item? I'll give it to you for about… $500?"
"Sounds good. That includes free shipping as well," the white-haired man asked.
"Of course! Just tell me where you want it shipped and I'll get my boys over there in no time," the salesman said, smiling nervously.
"You got yourself a deal," Dante told him as he shook his hand and handed him the cash immediately. "Bring it to the Hazbin Hotel, hard to miss," he instructed as he wrote down the address.
"I won't disappoint you. Thank you for shopping with us," the salesman said as both demons walked out of the store. The gray demon sighed in relief. "Oh boy, I thought I saw my life flash before my fucking eyes."
After their purchase, Dante and Charlie soon went ten blocks down to the billiard hall to see if they could buy a pool table off of them. "See any good ones," Charlie asked him.
"Yep, I do actually," the half-demon walked over to a nice looking one made of really dark wood and detailed nicely with red matting. It reminded him of the one he had when he opened the shop before it broke while fighting off those demons that attacked him.
"Really nice, isn't it," A great white shark demon approached them as he looked more like a bouncer than a shop owner. "It's smooth on the shot too, but it might be too expensive for you."
"How much are we talking," Dante asked, seeing if this new salesman was shadier than the music guy.
"$5000, and I know who you are, Son of Sparda," the shark said, not intimidated by Dante's reputation.
"Alright, so you know who I am, and that's cool. I'm sure you have a business reason for why you don't want to lower the price," Dante said, noticing a row of pool cues. "But what if we made a small bet," he added while he took a pool stick and chalked it up. "If I shoot the 8-ball into the left corner pocket on a single break, we cut the price to a reasonable amount. If I miss or it goes into another pocket, I pay full price. Sound fair?"
The shark grinned as he shook his head. "Deal," he said while Dante got into position.
Aiming, Dante steadied his arm and breathed slowly. While he prepared himself, Charlie and several other demons nearby watched, including a young wolf-like hellhound woman that was passing by and looked through the window. "Bullseye," Dante said before making his shot. As the balls were struck, Charlie and the shark demon paid attention to the 8-ball as it bounced around, narrowly missing the other pockets until it slowly rolled into the hole Dante bet on. Everyone watching gawked at the successful shot that not only sunk the focused ball but every other ball as well. "A deal's a deal, right," Dante asked the pool shark.
The shark demon's jaw dropped as it hit the floor. Quickly, he shook off his surprise as he went to his tough-guy routine. "No fair, you cheated! You rigged it," he exclaimed, jabbing a finger at Dante.
"Me? Cheating? I would never," Dante said playfully as he turned serious. "But you would," he stated as he picked up the eight ball and tossed it to the shark. "You think I wouldn't have noticed that it's heavier than the rest? True, I used a little more power than normal, but I shouldn't be too surprised since you easily took the bait, thinking I would lose," Dante said as the shark grunted in anger. "So, what will it be Mr. Pool Shark? Go with the deal or get wrecked."
"Fine," the shark said, admitting defeat as he knew he was not going to win against someone who already took out one of the most infamous Overlords in just a day. Plus, he valued his life, even if he was in Hell as a sinner. "The table, a set of billiards, and six pool cues for $2,500. I still need the cash, so half."
"Half huh? What do you say Charlies, think it's a good deal," Dante asked as he turned to the princess of Hell, wanting her opinion on the matter.
"Way better than before. So, yeah, half is good," Charlie stated.
Dante wrote down the address of the hotel on a slip of paper and handed it to the shark. "Here's where you can deliver it," the demon hunter said as he started walking away. As he exited the pool hall, the teenage hellhound that was watching the whole thing looked at him. As soon as he turned to go the other direction, she smelled something coming from Dante and she freaked out with her fur standing on end.
'What is that?! He smells like a demon, but he's half-human,' the demon dog thought to herself as she never smelled something that powerful. This was something that could shift the balance of power in Hell, she could feel that the man she saw was strong. Much stronger than any of the Ars Goetia or Overlords in Hell. This made the hellhound go the opposite way and bolt for another location of Hell at full speed.
Charlie soon followed, seeing the hellhound running off, but thinking nothing of it while following Dante. "Now, some new clothing," she told him.
"Isn't what I have good enough," Dante asked, referring to not only his current attire but what he had back at the hotel as well.
"You said that you only had the one change of clothes. We can't have you go through that sort of thing again," Charlie told him.
Thinking about it, Dante chuckled. "Fine. But given my profession's hazards, it has to be red."
The two of them soon arrived at a boutique that looked like it was a combination of Hot Topic and a biker shop. "Now this is what I am talking about," Dante said, looking around seeing all the different leather products that were sold. From leather coats to leather boots and everything in between, Dante felt like a kid in a candy store.
"I get the feeling Angel, or the new patients might like this place," Charlie remarked as she saw the various leather outfits. Checking out a jumpsuit that was on display, she tilted her head as she thought of the look. 'I think Vaggie would look good in that,' Charlie thought to herself, wondering if she should buy her girlfriend a present.
"You know, that would look good on you," Dante said playfully behind her, startling the princess.
This, of course, made Charlie's face turn red once again. "What!? No, no, no, I was not thinking about that at all. I'm not even a fan of wearing leather. I was thinking of getting that for Vaggie," she exclaimed, telling him what she was thinking.
"Just expanding on your taste of fashion is all. Doesn't have to be black. It could be red like me. Maybe matching outfits," Dante suggested with a shrug. He did look at the outfit Charlie was looking at and did imagine Vaggie wearing it. He did think that Vaggie would look good in it, but she obviously wouldn't look the same as the mannequin the jumpsuit was displayed on. "You might want to rethink that."
Charlie tilted her head as to what he meant, then saw that Dante was referring to the top-heavy design of the display. "Y-yeah. Might need to get a smaller size for Vaggie," Charlie admitted, but she couldn't help but picture her girlfriend with that sort of figure, blushing at the idea of Vaggie with that physique. 'Maybe I should get something in leather. Who knows, it could be fun. She might like it.'
Dante let her be and searched around the store looking at all the different styles. Soon, he found a coat similar to his own and inspected the quality, even sniffing the leather to see if it smelled bad. To his surprise, it was an exceptionally good quality jacket. 'Some stuff, who would have guessed,' he thought, smiling as he tried it on. "Nice. This is a good one."
"I see you're a man of great taste," the owner remarked as he stepped forward to the devil hunter. Said demon was a bat demon with gray fur covering his body. He wore an open leather vest, grey jeans, and black cowboy boots. "I consider myself a reasonable guy. Name your price as long as I get some profit out of it," he told Dante, willing to haggle for the coat.
"Since you asked so nicely, how about $200 for the coat and something to match along with it," Dante said, making his first offer.
"The coat alone is that much," the bat demon countered. "$300 for it, some belts, and a pair of boots."
"Throw in some hostlers for a set of custom M1911 handguns and you got yourself a deal," Dante said as he was finally getting a fair deal from the shops he visited.
The bat thought this over and thought it was a good bargain. "Sure. It's a deal," the demon said as he went to get the holsters for Dante. "You sure you don't want anything for your girl," he asked the devil hunter, referring to Charlie.
"If she gets anything, add it to my bill," he told the bat, ignoring the assumption of his relationship to Charlie. He walked over to the princess who was still looking around and feeling the different textures and even smelling them like Dante did. "See any you like," he asked.
"I'm not sure. I kinda like this one, but this one matches," She showed him two different jackets that were both a light red color, but one was longer and looked more plain-looking while the other one was shorter and more stylish.
The Demon Hunter felt a little pride as she was trying to match his taste. "Tried any of them on," he asked as she simply shook her head. "Alright then. Hey, boss," he yelled towards the counter where the bat demon was searching for Dante's holsters. "Got a fitting room we can use?"
"In the back on the right," the bat shouted.
"Thanks," Dante yelled back as he picked up Charlie and threw her over his shoulder, surprising the girl.
"Wha- Dante, put me down! This isn't funny," Charlie screamed, hitting his back in an attempt to make the hunter release her.
"No can do, Princess. If you're going to wear something of that caliber, you're going to need more than just the jacket," Dante stated. "Besides, I'm sure your girlfriend would appreciate what you'll be wearing."
Charlie didn't like the way Dante said that but didn't protest against it because she knew it wasn't going to hurt her. "I don't know what you're planning, but whatever it is, please don't make me wear something too revealing," she begged him.
"I'll try, but no promises," he said as they reached the dressing room and the Demon Hunter put the princess of hell down and lightly shoved her into one of the dressing rooms. "I'll get something that'll go with it."
After searching for everything, Dante handed Charlie the clothes to go with the jacket she found, and she started trying everything on. "Okay, this actually fits nicely and doesn't show too much," Charlie said as she looked at her reflection. Opening the door, she let Dante see her new outfit. "How do I look," she asked. Dante gave an appreciative whistle as he checked out Charlie's outfit, which looked a lot like his usual attire. The red coat was short-sleeved and had gold trims, she had red shorts and black stockings with a silver belt buckle, a black tank top under the jacket, and she wore long black gloves that ended at her upper arms. "The gloves were strange, but I like them."
"Definitely an eyecatcher," Dante complimented. "Maybe we should show Vaggie your new look and see how she feels?"
"Yeah, we should," Charlie said as she gave her phone to Dante to take a picture. As the camera clicked, Charlie took her phone back and messaged her girlfriend. "Out getting new clothes for Dante. Found something you may like. And do you like this on me," she said as she texted Vaggie. After Charlie sent the picture, she went to get Vaggie's jumpsuit while Dante paid the cashier.
"Never knew I would be able to spend that much on myself and other people," Dante remarked as the two started heading back to the hotel. "So, how's the new outfit feel?"
"Something I'm not used to, but it's really nice. Thanks for getting it for me, Dante," Charlie told the Son of Sparda.
"You're welcome, Charlie. Maybe we can get you a couple of pistols and a giant sword next. That way you can be in the business," Dante playfully joked as the both of them shared a laugh.
"Thanks, but no. I'll leave the demon-slaying to you. I want to focus on rehabilitating sinners and demons," Charlie said to him as they continue to walk back to the hotel. "But seriously, thanks. You're the first person to believe in my cause. Not fully, but still. I'm glad you're here with me."
"Hey, my mom saw the good in my dad. So, I might as well try helping find the good in demons that aren't trying to strangle me with my guts," Dante replied.
Hearing that, Charlie blinked in confusion. "Has that actually happened to you?"
"No, but I get the feeling some of the freaks here might try that if they feel like they could take me," Dante told Charlie.
"Right. I'd hate to be the one to witness that," Charlie said, feeling awkward just imagining it. "Oh, there's the hotel," she pointed out as they approached the building.
"And looks like the stuff I bought is here," Dante said, seeing two trucks that were unloading the jukebox and the pool table into the hotel.
When Dante and Charlie entered the hotel, they saw a strange sight. Everyone was standing around Vaggie, who was motionless and holding her phone as some blood trickled down her nose. "What's going on," Charlie asked as they stood at the entrance.
"Oh, nothing. Just saw that photo with that outfit and- Whoa Mama! You're still wearing it," Angel said before he turned around and saw Charlie was still looking like a gender-bent version of Dante.
Everyone looked near the doorway as all eyes were now on Charlie. "Told you they would like it," Dante whispered as half of them took a picture with their phones.
When Vaggie came to, she shook her head and put her phone away. "You guys are back now," the one-eyed moth asked before getting a better look at Charlie. Seeing the outfit, she was wearing in person, Vaggie had another nosebleed before she ended up passing out.
"VAGGIE! Speak to me," Charlie exclaimed as she caught her girlfriend and tried to make sure she could respond.
But the moth demoness was a muttering mess as she was speaking in her native tongue. "Creo que puedo ver la luz." (I think I can see the light.)
"Looks like we lost her. Maybe this one way to get a sinner to heaven," Angel joked but no one responded. "Oh, come on! That was a good one."
"Any idea to wake her up," Niffty asked everyone.
"Maybe Charlie can give her a kiss," Angel joked.
"Dude, this ain't no fairy tale," Z told the former porn star.
"Don't worry. I got this," Dante knelt beside her and lower himself as he whispered in her ear.
Within seconds, Vaggie was out of her shock state and shot up with daggers in her eye. "I'll kill you," she screamed at the white-haired hunter, pulling out her spear and jumping at him. However, he simply dodged her jab by tilting his head.
"What did you say to her," Alastor asked with his usual smile on his face.
"Nothing harmful. Just that I kissed Charlie," Dante answered as he dodged another spear thrust.
"Well, that'll set anyone off if they're clingy or protective enough," Candy remarked as Dia and Summer nodded in agreement.
"Did you," Terry asked as the Demon Hunter.
"No," Dante said as he caught the spear with two fingers, stopping the attack for good. "But it worked."
Vaggie was less angry at him and more annoyed that he lied. "That was a dirty move."
"He could have said worse actually," Summer chimed in. "He could have said she-"
"And we are not going to continue that sentence," Charlie cut the vixen off as her face was red from Dante's comment. "Besides, we have a new jukebox and pool table to test out. Plus, I got Vaggie a new outfit while we were out," the princess added, giving Vaggie a bag that had the jumpsuit she was admiring earlier.
"Marvelous! Let's give these gentlemen a hand," Alastor said as he spun his microphone, then assisted the delivery men with placing the new items inside the hotel. Controlling shadows around the hotel with the sounds of a radio frequency tuning, the Radio Demon placed the jukebox next to himself while the pool table was placed in view of the bar. As soon the delivery was completed, Alastor turned on the jukebox and some 1930's jazz music began to play.
"Not much of my taste, but it will do for now. Just let me pick the next song, Al," Dante said as he grabbed some pool cues and tossed three of them to Husk, Terry, and Bullet. "How about a round or two. Me and Husk versus you two."
"Sure. Sounds like a good game. If you two think you can beat me in a game of pool," Husker said with a smirk as he was ready to take the first shot.
"As if. We're not losing, old man," Terry said as Husk hit the white ball making the others scattered across the table, but no balls went into any pockets.
As they began to play their game of pool, Charlie looked around the hotel and was ecstatic to see how well it was coming along. "This is amazing," Charlie said with stars in her eyes. "Everything's so wonderful! We have some new additions to the hotel, we have more clients, I've some new clothes that are pretty great. It looks like things are going our way. All we need now is to prove that a sinner can get into Heaven."
"Give it some time, Toots," Angel said as he had a drink with the succubi. "It's not like anyone's going to Heaven right now."
"Anthony's right. Just give it some time," Candy said as Angel spit out his drink.
The spider demon quickly looked at the pink and purple succubus with an annoyed glare. "I told you and everyone else not to call me by that name!"
"Oops... Sorry, it just slipped," Candy chuckled, forgetting he doesn't like people calling him by his original name.
"Wait, your real name is Anthony? What's wrong with that name," Z asked, not seeing what's wrong with it.
"I just don't like being called Anthony or Tony since it doesn't suit me now," the spider demon told the lizard. "What about you? What's your real name and we know it's not the last letter of the alphabet," Angel questioned, jabbing a finger at the first real client of the hotel, who just turned away and muttered something. "What was that? Speak up."
"I said it's Zack," Z said, gritting his teeth.
"Ha! See! You don't like it when someone finds out about your real name," Angel laughed.
"Whatever. At least, I chose a nickname that matches my real name and not after what killed me in the first place," the lizard demon growled.
"Hey! Enough, you two. We are not getting anywhere if you two keep fighting," Charlie separated them. "Especially when I think we should all go to LuLu World tomorrow."
"LuLu World," they both asked simultaneously.
"LuLu World," Dante questioned.
Hearing the name of the location, Niffty suddenly jumped onto Dante's head with stars in her eye. "LuLu World!?"
"LuLu World," Charlie sang out in excitement.
"What's LuLu World," Dante asked.
"It's this really successful amusement park in Hell that Charlie's dad owns," Vaggie explained, now composed after seeing her girlfriend's new look enough. "Think of it as Hell's Disney World."
Hearing that explanation, Dante smirked. "Sounds like fun for the whole family. Well... if they all ended up down here, at least," he remarked.
"Well, consider it a day of fun to celebrate all the changes to the hotel," Alastor said. "I'll just stay here and do a few errands myself. Maybe do some cooking when you get back."
"Well, more park for us, Smiles," Angel told Alastor when the infamous Radio Demon declined to go on the trip.
"Then it's settled, tomorrow, we head off to LuLu World," Charlie cheered as everyone else joined in while the jazz music ended.
"Okay, it's my turn to pick the next song," Dante said as he took Niffy off his head and pressed the button on the jukebox. Nothing played, once, twice, three times. "Not again," Dante sighed before he hit the top of it as it started to play the song of his choice. Luckily for him this time, he didn't smash the jukebox. Suddenly, a lone electric guitar was heard as everyone, except Alastor, recognized who was playing. "They put in one of my favorites."
"This is one of your favorites? I love this song," Vaggie said with a smile as a set of drums soon followed.
"Same here," Charlie agreed as she smiled and soon started singing once the vocals started.
"Standing where I should be
Believing as I'm told to believe
Being who I should be
Doing what I should do"
After the first verse, Dante soon started to fool around by pretending to use Rebellion as a guitar while Charlie and Vaggie sang along to the music.
"Did you hear what I said?
Did you get what I meant?
What you saw is an illusion
You're living in delusions
Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting loose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time"
As the girls sang and Dante played, Z and Bullet nodded along to the beat. Soon, everyone started enjoying the song, even Alastor as he paid attention to the lyrics.
"Ask me if you're anxious
I'll give you all the answers
Truth or dare – it's your choice
Your truth is what you wish for
Who am I to tell you that the future's in your hands?
Set me free from lies and cold deceptions.
I'm so scared
Going on and on across this land,
Across the time
Going on to see, to feel, to breathe
I've always wanted"
As the song slowed down, Dante knew what was coming and prepared himself for his favorite part.
"Sleepless nights
I'm spending
Counting all the words that broke my heart
I'm leaving all my past here
Then I'll see the world for sure"
With excellent skill, Dante played along to the guitar solo, jumping onto the pool table and jukebox as he lost himself in the music until the vocals began again.
"Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting loose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time
Chase after time
Chase after time"
After the song ended, everyone was having a great time. "Now that is quite the song," Alastor voiced. "Guess I could be wrong about music nowadays being nothing but nails on a chalkboard, but I still prefer what was around when I was alive."
"Yeah, you do sound a lot like an old radio host," Dante told the deer demon. "Wouldn't be surprised if that's what you were before getting antlers on your head." Hearing Dante's remark, the Radio Demon chuckled before Charlie chose her own song and everyone enjoyed themselves.
Meanwhile, at a certain building in Imp City, a pair of imps were having target practice in the office. "Moxxie, it's not that hard. It's just one little target in a large group of people," a black-haired imp with a beauty mark on her face and a southern accent told her husband as a photograph of a crowd was placed on a stand.
"It's not that simple, Millie," stated the white-haired imp as he held a crossbow. "It's good when the target is standing still, but it's when they are moving that's the hard part," Moxxie said as he steadied his crossbow. The white-haired imp looked through the scope as he aimed at his target and was ready to pull the trigger. That is until the door to the front office burst open, which made Moxxie miss the target and the bolt bounced off the wall, turning on the television. "What the Heaven, Loona," exclaimed Moxxie as he realized only one demon would have done that. Looking up, he saw a familiar-looking wolf hellhound was walking toward a desk, but the two imps realized something was wrong.
"Is everything okay," Millie asked, but Loona just sat there as if she was in a trance. "Blitz, Loona's acting weird!"
As soon as Millie said something about Loona, an older Imp with large horns burst out of his office. "Where's my baby," he shouted as he looked around the room and saw Loona sitting at her desk. "Looney, what happened!?"
"Human…. but… demon scent… powerful…" Loona said for the first time in a while.
"What is she talking about? A human with a demon scent? Is that even possible," Moxxie asked as his wife just shrugged and shook her head.
"I don't care who this fucker is! He scared my Loona! Are you okay, sweetheart? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you," Blitzo asked his hellhound daughter.
"N-no. I just saw him and freaked out. H-he's really strong. I could tell from just being near him," the hellhound said, snapping out of her trance.
"How strong? Big guy strong or Overlord strong," Moxxie asked, taking the hellhound's word.
"Stronger, I think," Loona not sure if the man she saw was an Overlord or not.
"Never knew a human that strong, but it can't be all that bad," Blitzo asked as a news report started on the TV.
"Good evening. I'm Tom Trench with my co-host, Caroline Clamper. We're back to show all of you some footage that was recovered from the ruins of Overlord Valentino's office before it all caught on fire."
"That's right, Tom. We've actually witnessed what was easily a battle against the culprit that destroyed the building and Valencia. Well, not really a battle, but more of a circus sideshow with how the Overlord was getting utterly wrecked," Caroline stated, misnaming Valentino once again before footage of Dante's battle against Valentino was shown. The hellhound and imps all watched as the white-haired man in red was easily besting the Overlord, countering many of his moves and inflicting brutal damage to the moth demon. Then, finally seeing Valentino sliced in half before glowing as he turned into a cane.
"Gee, I heard of cannibalizing people for food and machines for parts, but never demons into weapons," Tom remarked.
"So, if any of you were wondering if Vinny lived or died, then here is your answer, he's dead," Caroline said. "Like, deader than dead. Tom, if you could make up a word to describe how dead he is, what would you go with?"
"Cadaveriffic," Tom said. "It just proves the point he made earlier when we interviewed him," Tom added as he got back on topic. "Don't mess with the Son of Sparda."
As soon as they heard the name of the legendary demon, Loona and the imps all freaked out. "SPARDA!?"
"He had a son," Millie questioned. "HOW?!"
"I heard the rumors once before that the Hell Knight fell in love with a human and gave birth to half-demon twins. But as soon as Sparda died, Mundus' goons went after his wife and kids burnt down the place and killed his wife," Blitzo said. "I heard rumors that on Earth, one of them survived and became a well-known Demon Hunter that was hired by humans," Blitzo said seriously. "Who knew this jackass was the same one Loona ran into."
"Wait a second. Are you telling me that humans hire him to kill demons, like how we kill humans," Moxxie asked his boss.
"Jesus, Moxxie! That's what I just said, you baby-dicked retard," Blitzo yelled at his employee. "Do I have to speak French for you to understand!?"
"No, Sir. But I want to know why he is here," Moxxie replied, asking another question.
"You don't think somebody found out about us and asked this guy to deal with us," Millie fearfully wondered, clinging to her husband at the thought of a man who killed an Overlord hunting them all down.
"If that is the case, then we bring all the heavy weapons on this motherfucker," Blitzo said, grabbing a pair of keys. "If we are going all out, then we are grabbing everything in my storage space."
"Wait, you have a storage space? And it's full of weapons," Moxxie asked the taller imp. "Why were we not informed of this? I mean we spent a lot of money on our weapons and ammo. Plus, your horse collection. You're finally telling us now that you have a storage space somewhere in Hell!? Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
"Because Moxxie, you little dipshit, it for a special occasion," Blitzo argued. "All the other jobs were nothing compared to this… this… fuck, I don't know what to call it. But still, we are talking about a demon killer, so we have two choices. Kill this bastard or suck his dick! Which is it going to be, Mox?!"
The smaller imp wanted to say something but couldn't. "Alright fine! But I'm only doing this for Millie and the fact that it could help the company."
"Can I carry the big guns," Millie asked the taller imp with her hand raised.
"Sure thing. It'll be bigger than what Mox packs in the bedroom," Blitzo replied, joking about the white-haired imp before tossing the keys into Millie's hands.
"Sir, we're going to be trying to kill the Son of Sparda to make sure he doesn't kill us first. Insulting me is the last thing we need," Moxxie stated. "If we aren't careful, this could be our last target ever."
Blitzo groaned as he knew Moxxie was right. "Okay, we'll focus. But only because the jackass we're going up needs all our attention," the taller imp told everyone.
"What about Loona," asked Millie, seeing the hellhound was still unnerved by encountering Dante.
"I'm not going out there! Fuck that," Loona said with her arms crossed and her tail between her legs, literally.
"Loony, you've been through enough just seeing the guy. You're staying right here where it's safe," Blitzo told the wolf-like demon.
"Ugh, shut up, Dad! If the stories are true, I don't want to be killed," Loona replied. "Plus, if this goes south really quick, I'll have to bail you out."
"You called me Dad," Blitzo noted as he smiled happily. "And don't you worry that pretty little head of yours. This will be a quick job." The wolf hellhound simply rolled her eyes as she did hear him say that a few times, but each target took longer to kill than expected. "Now, what was he doing before you decided to get out of dodge?"
"He was buying a pool table," Loona told her adoptive father as the three imps in the room looked at her with a raised brow. "Hey, I know what I saw! He was making a bet with the owner and won."
"Not the best of leads, but still better than nothing," Blitzo said as he headed off. "Come on, M&M! Let's get a move on," He told his two employees as they followed behind him.
"Yeah, I understand. I'll get it done, don't worry. I'll be sure to kill that son of a bitch. I'll see you with his head in my hand," a skeleton said as he ended his phone call. Pushed his chair out and standing up, he started smoking a cigarette. The skeleton was of average height as his whole body was engulfed in blue flames. He wore camouflage pants and a matching vest. On the right side of his sleeve had a black patch with a scythe on it while the one on his left had a platoon patch labeled 'Skeleton Crew'. He wore an army helmet in a basic muddy green color, with an Ace of Spades painted on the side. He walked to his locker and pulled out his weapon of choice, which was a modified M40 sniper rifle with the word 'Reaper' engraved on the sides. He picked up a Bowie knife labeled 'Life' on the side and an old pistol with the word 'Death' on it. The skeleton inspected his gear to check it was in good condition and rust-free. He smoked his cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke while tapping the ashes off. "You built a reputation over the years, Son of Sparda. But you haven't been through Hell like I have. I'll teach you what a soldier can do," he told himself as he aimed his sniper rifle and shot a mannequin right in the head. The bullet went through the dummy and splattered the destroyed head all over the brick wall nearby, staining it black from the material. "Cause no one escapes death. Not even Sergeant Dread."
"Attention, Dread. Do you read me, Sarge," someone said over a radio that Dread kept around.
Taking another puff of his cigarette and putting it out, the burning skeleton stepped over to the radio. "Dread, here. What is it," he asked as he answered the call.
"We dropped off the payload Sparda's Son paid for. We also overheard that they're heading to LuLu World tomorrow morning," replied the demon on the other side of the call.
"LuLu World, you say," Dread responded, intrigued by what he heard. "Well, looks like this mission will be interesting," he remarked as he looked in the corner of the room and focused on some grenades. "Nothing like taking out a whole crowd to make sure the target is eliminated."
"...Do you think that's a good idea," the other demon asked. "I mean, what if you take out somebody important? You'd probably piss off the wrong demons an-"
"I didn't say you could respond," Dread chillingly told the caller, immediately silencing them. "There are only two things that matter. Making sure the job is done right and keeping quiet when you're supposed to be. Remember that," he stated.
"Y-Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir," the other demon apologized. "I was just saying to be careful because you don't want to be the one to shoot the Princess of Hell."
"Like that girl is any problem to me," Dread voiced as he dismissed Charlie. "That idea of rehabilitating sinners is a load of shit anyway. We're all down here because there's no redemption for scum like you, me, or anybody in Hell. Nothing will change that. There's no mercy for the living or the dead. Heaven will never recall any lost soul sent here," the soldier stated, giving his opinion on the hotel and Charlie's mission. "If that blonde baby gets in the way, she'll just be another body on the battlefield."
"B-But, Sir! Her father is sti-"
"Still nothing! You better shut up before I make you," Dread shouted. "Besides, this is my mission and I'm taking it alone. Anyone who interferes will find their throat slit open," he said, ending the call and preparing his equipment for the next day. But as Dread focused on his weapons, the radio quietly tuned to another frequency and the face of Alastor appeared on the device with an intrigued grin.
And there we have it, folks! More sinners are coming into the hotel, Dante and Charlie connect more, and the Demon Hunter helped fix the place up even more. And not to forget We're going to LULU WORLD! I want to thank WaterDragonMaverick for Beta reading and editing this story. The song that the gang was listening to is Future In My Hands (Mermaid Rock) by Aimee Blackscheleger or Elena Huston by the Devil May Cry Anime (Episode 6). The outfit that Charlie gets is inspired by a picture I found on Google by an artist called DeLorean and Dante's outfit that he picks out from the store is his Devil May Cry 5 outfit. And let's not forget that I.M.P. is joining this party so what will happen to them? We'll we will see and remember to give a review (And no Flames) So see you, next time!