It had been three days since the incident with Valentino. Ever since, everyone was slowly establishing some semblance of normalcy now that they had a chance to actually settle in to their new environment.

Though, this being Hell, normal wasn't always what one would expect.

"It's my turn to watch my operas, Vags!" Angel Dust exclaimed as he and the Salvadorian wrestled for the TV remote.

"Screw you, I'm watching the new episode of The Boys!" Vaggie retorted, constantly moving the remote away from Angel's grabby hands.

"Fuck that shit! I'm not watching some superhero porn show!" Angel refused as he managed to snag the remote.

"You think anyone here wants to watch your shitty soap operas? Let go!"

"Screw you, bitch!"

Their argument was interrupted when John swiped the remote out of both of their hands.

"Mine!" He exclaimed as he plopped down next to them.

Angel pouted as John started changing the channel. "But Spike…" He moaned.

John shook his head. "Nope, I'm watching the new episode of Spy X Family." He said, grinning as he glanced at the two.

Angel crossed his arms in a pout and Vaggie growled at having the remote snagged, but neither of them tried to object.

Over the past few days, they had learned quickly that if John walked in and snagged the remote, no one was getting it back.

Vaggie, obviously, was the one who protested the most, even trying to nail him in the crotch at one point.

She was still embarassed about being hung on the nearby dearskull decoration so effortlessly. Even worse, Alastor was the one that had come to her rescue, and he had teased her relentlessly for it.

Even Charlie never argued with him over the remote. Basically, when John grabbed the remote, it was in his control.

Mostly because no one was strong enough to pry it from his grip.

John glanced over at Vaggie, who pouted. "Afterwards, me and you will watch the new episode. I know I'm excited as shit to watch Herogasm."

Angel's eyes bulged out of his sockets. "Say what now?"

Vaggie looked at Angel with an eye roll. "It's an event in the original comic series that was literally just a massive superhero orgy. The show is apparently adapting it, and even named the newest episode Herogasm."

Angel's eyes were wide with surprise, before he found himself growing even more comfy on the couch. "Okay, no I'm interested."

John rolled his eyes. "Of course you are."

"Hey, Spike, something that was on my mind, what exactly did you do to Val? That's been bugging me." Angel asked glancing at John.

John's brows furrowed, his lips scrunched in thought. "I… don't really know to be honest. I just know that it's some sort of pocket dimension."

"Like Al's tentacles?" Vaggie asked with a raised eyebrow. John nodded.

"Yeah. From what I can gather, anyone sucked in their goes through three days of some kind of shitshow before they finally die, and regenerate somewhere in Hell."

Angel had a sadistic look of satisfaction on his face. "So Val's suffering some kind of Lovecraftian punishment?"

John nodded with a chuckle. "Oh yeah. When he comes out of their, he's either gonna hate my guts, or two terrified to come within a football field of this Hotel." He glance at Angel with a questioning gaze. "How did you get strung with Val, anyway?"

Angel sighed. "His cigars are made with some kind of drug that his body produces. He can control the smoke off of them." He shook his head as bad memories welled up. "It makes his targets extremely easy to influence."

John nodded. "I know. And he's got the weirdest fucking sense a smell." John shuddered. "I mean, how the hell do you smell sexuality?"

Vaggie's eyes widened at those words. "What? He can smell someone's sexuality?"

Angel nodded. "Oh yeah. And he's got a nose like a fucking blood hound. Once he's got your scent, he can track you down by that alone." He looked up at John. "How'd you meet him?"

"I took a trip here two years back." John explained. "Cocksucker thought I'd be a perfect new talent. Tried to use that smoke on me?"

Angel's eyes widened. "Really? How come it didn't affect you?" He asked, confused.

John shook his head with a snort. "Oh, it did. Just not as much as he'd like." John looked at Angel with a smirk. "He had me under his spell until he touched my crotch, even after I said no. Bit his hand off right there."

Vaggie's eyes widened at his choice of words. "You bit his hand off?"

John raised an eyebrow. "Vaggie, my body is suited towards cannibalism. Is it really that much of a shock?"

Vaggie shook her head. "I guess not." She gave John a suspicious gaze, but he didn't notice as his attention was brought back to Angel Dust.

"So that's why he had a small hand that day. He came back to the club pissed." Angel's eyes glossed over, as if he was reliving a traumatic event. "Lot of good girls were hurt that day."

Angel didn't intend for the effect his words had on John, but he could see the shame and guilt growing on his face.

"He took it out on all of you, didn't he?" It was a statement more than a question, but Angel answered all the same.

"Yep. But Val's a piece of shit, he gets off on rape."

John's eyes shot wide at his words and Vaggie's jaw dropped, looking as if she were about to puke. "He what?"

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I thought you knew that. He loves ignoring consent. It makes him happy to watch all his victims scream and cry…" Angel trailed off, and John had a pretty good reason as to why.

He gritted his teeth, and tossed the remote to Vaggie as he jumped out of his seat.

"Hey!" Vaggie exclaimed as she fumbled to catch the remote before it fell to the floor. "What are you-"

"Watch what you want. I just remembered that I have plans."

They watched him stomp out of the room at a brisk pace, his shoulders visibly tensed in what was probably rage.

Charlie hummed a very familiar tune as she worked on the paperwork.

"Inside of every demon is a rainbow…"

True to his word, John had some friends applying for the Hotel within two days of his arrival. She had about four applications coming in, two of which were for multiple people, and couldn't deny her excitement.

As she worked, she could hear a pair of heavy thudding footsteps stomping up to her office, and she had a few days to get used to them and know exactly who it was.

"Hi, John, can I help you?" She asked with a smile as she paused on the paperwork, though it fell when she saw his face. It had a look on it that she couldn't quite place. She just knew it wasn't happy in any way.

"I'm just letting you know that I'm gonna be out for a few hours, probably. Give me a call if you need me." He told her simply, before turning and walking back at the door.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at the odd behavior, but didn't think much of it. Maybe it was just something he had to deal with.

She did jump up though when she heard the sound of glass breaking.

Her feet moved on their own accord, instinct taking over as she ran around her desk and out the door.

"What was that?!" She asked as she sprinted down the stairs and to the lobby, where she found Alastor staring at the remains of a broken decorative vase by the door.

"I believe something has irritated Johnathan." Alastor explained as he shifted his mic into a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the broken shards. "He opened the door quite aggressively, and it bumped into the table and knocked the vase over."

Charlie's eyes went wide in surprise. "Really?" She looked towards the door, and she could see the door knob was slightly mangled. "He came up to my office just a second ago, and told me he'd probably be gone a few hours, and then he left. I didn't even really have a chance to say anything, it was just abrupt and sudden."

Alastor dumped the shards into a pocket dimension, before he turned to look at Charlie. "Then, Miss Magne, it may be best to leave Johnathan alone." He advised. Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

Alastor nodded resolutely. "My dear, as you learned a few days ago, Johnathan has a particularly volatile temper. It is very unwise to run the risk of angering him further."

Charlie deadpanned. "That doesn't make me feel better, Al."

Alastor chuckled, before he looked at Charlie with a genuine smile. "My dear, despite his anger, Johnathan's body count in hell, to my knowledge, is still within the count of five, since he has arrived here." He tilted his head as he raised an eyebrow. "And he clearly has more control than we realize, or Vox and Velvet most likely would've died rather than be spared."

Charlie nodded with a sigh. "I guess. I'm just… I don't know, honestly. I'm just worried about his temper."

"So was I, my dear. As was Husk and Niffty." Alastor admitted. "But with time, we learned that though terrifying, his rage is never unleashed upon anyone who doesn't deserve it."

"He really has never heart anyone who didn't deserve it?" Charlie asked.

Alastor chuckled. "My dear, he restrains his temper, even upon those who do deserve it. It takes someone truly atrocious or distasteful to set him off, and I think we both know that Valentino is both of those."

Charlie nodded with a sigh, conceding his point. "I guess. He's not going to be violent with the guests when he's doing his job, is he?" She asked, slightly nervous.

Alastor shook his head. "My dear, he's nine feet tall, his bones are exposed on his legs and arms, and he's covered in cuts and gashes. No offense meant to the boy, but he is quite the grizzly site."

Charlie chuckled at his words. "That's true. I remember when I first opened the door that day and he was standing there, I was completely terrified of him at first. I was too scared to even speak."

Alastor chuckled. "Yes, he has that effect on strangers who first interact with him. Why, I'll never forget the time I witnessed a demon wet his pants after simply being addressed by Johnathan."

Charlie giggled. "No way!"

Alastor laughed. "Oh yes way! And get this, that very man was acting like quite the big shot moments earlier, with Johnathan still in the room, until he addressed him!"

Charlie was giggling like a madwoman at the thought. "You should've seen him at the mall! I'm so used to having demons stare at me like a piece of meat, but every single one that got a look from him turned and walked the other way!"

Alastor let out a laugh. "Yes… Johnathan cares greatly for anyone he considers a friend. Something tells me he's already grown attached to the people at this Hotel… except for Miss Vaggie, of course."

Charlie stopped, and looked at Alastor with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Charlie, Vaggie has been nothing but hostile to him ever since the mall. Sure, she's not as blatant about it, but unless it comes to their love of superheroes, Vaggie is always giving him rude looks or saying something uncouth."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "I wish I could say I'm surprised."

"You're not?" Alastor asked, raising a brow.

Charlie shook her head. "No. Vaggie's had a problem trusting men ever since she died. And considering we're in hell, that goes double for just about every male demon in Hell."

"She doesn't seem to have a problem with Angel, and he is an extremely irritating degenerate."

"Angel's gay."

Alastor looked stupefied at that response. "I'm sorry?"

Charlie sighed. "Vaggie doesn't trust Angel, but she can deal with him so much better than most males here because he's gay." She explained, looking up at Alastor. "It's like a… like a reassurance, to her."

"What could possibly cause such a view?" Alastor asked, his brow furrowed.

Charlie averted her eyes. "It's not my place to tell."

Alastor shook his head. "Well, in any case, Johnathan is being patient with her. He is refusing to fire back, and he's doing nothing more than taking her insults. But I have known the boy long enough to recognize his irritation." He looked at Charlie sternly. "Vaggie is being completely impolite and rude to him, and I'm aware that this is Hell, but that is not something you do if you are trying to promote kindness. Miss Vaggie may cross a line she will regret." And with that, he began walking away.

The ominous way he said that didn't sit well with Charlie. "What do you mean by that?" She called after him.

He didn't even turn around. "Exactly what I said, my dear."

And then he was gone.

And Charlie was left with her thoughts.

Husk was a simple man.

Give him a bottle of booze, and he's happy.

Offer him something he's okay with, he'll do anything.

But rarely ever did he get happy over an event in Hell. Life here was just usually shitty.

Apparently, today was one of those rare occurrences.

It had been hours since John had taken off to god knows where. Vaggie had finished her show, and Angel was in his room with that little pig of his.

So Husk had the TV all to himself.

He ended up just flipping through channels for the most part, but he eventually stopped on the news when he realized there was nothing on to watch, and he was not really looking for anything specific, so he decided against streaming.

"-nd we have got some juicy news for you!" The voice of that Katie bitch came on the TV, and Husk was almost tempted to switch channels, but he wanted to see how she made an idiot of herself today.

"Oh yes we do!" The spineless jackass, Tom Trench, spoke up. Husk rolled his eyes at the man taking charge. "Only ten minutes ago, we-"

"I'm the one they want to hear, Tom." Katie said, her voice still that fake cheer as her hand reached under the dusk at lightning quick speed, and Husk could see her arm tense as Trench immediately could be seen squirming in pain.

"Got it, Miss Killjoy!" Tom said in a high pitched whisper, and Husk chuckled as he realized that she had probably just crushed his sack.

"Anyway," Katie said, returning her gaze to the screen as she let go of Tom, who let out an immediate sigh of relief. "Just ten minutes ago, we received news that Porn Studios, home of that cheap, sleazy jackass Valentino, had just suddenly collapsed!"

Husk sat up straight at those words.

"Though from this footage," Tom interjected, having recovered pretty quickly. "It looks less like it collapsed, and more like someone or something was out to get the Overlord!"

There was footage? This oughta be interesting.

Husk watched as the footage was played back, and he froze.

On the video, it simply showed Porn Studios for a few seconds, and Husk didn't think much of it. Only thing of note was a ring of fire around the ground floor of the building- wait a second.

Then fire erupted from the side of the building, from about the 6th floor if Husk had to guess. It carved an opening into it the made the rest of it a little unstable

Then the chains appeared.

Large, massive chains sprouted from the ground, wrapping themselves around the building, all over it, looking as if to trap it in a net of some sort. And then the chains tightened, cracking the building's stones, shattering the windows, shaking every single inch of it.

And then the building imploded.

Husk could see bits and pieces of debris slipping out through the chains, bits too small for them to catch, but he watched with fascination as the studio collapsed, destroyed.

When he finally found his voice, he was glad that his strong vocal chords carried on into Hell with him.

"EVERYONE, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

The tone of his voice and the sheer volume most certainly did the trick, as he heard different pairs of footsteps approaching the room in a rush.

"Did you have to yell so loud, old-"

"Shut up! Wait for everyone to get here!"

Alastor's eyes widened at Husk's interruption, but he complied, interested to see where this was going.

In now time at all, everyone had filed into the room as Husk rewound the footage.

"Husk? What's going-"

"Shhshshshs." Husk hushed, turning to the TV. "Watch!"

He pressed play, paying attention to their faces.

He was glad to see he wasn't the only one stunned by the site.

"What the hell…" Vaggie muttered, wide-eyed.

Angel looked at the TV in disbelief. "Holy shit… someone destroyed the studio."

"According to that Killjoy bitch, this footage is only about ten minutes old." Husk informed as he turned back to the TV.

"Who do you think could've done that?" Charlie asked, eyes wide as she watched the footage.

Katie spoked up after the video had ended. "We had a copter tailing the perpetrator of this war declaration, but the stupid idiot apparently was crashed. All we have to go on is this picture."

A picture popped up, blurry, grainy, most likely due to the helicopter's crash.

But everyone could recognize the figure well enough due to the frame and color scheme.

Niffty was practically bouncing up and down next to Husk. "Johnny?!" She asked with a grin.

"I thought you said he was a good guy?!" Vaggie said, turning onto Alastor, who glared down at the girl.

"He is, my dear. In case you forgot, Valentino did attack us a few days ago."

"And he was defeated, scared, and probably scarred!" Vaggie retorted. "What purpose does this serve?!"

"She's got a point, Al." Charlie admitted, glancing at Alastor. "There was no reason for this."

"Hey Vaggie?" Angel Dust's voice caught their attention, and the spider-demon looked like he was in thought, realization on his face. "Remember what we were talking about before he took off out of nowhere?"

Vaggie raised an eyebrow. "I think. You mentioned something about Valentino getting off on-" Vaggie froze mid sentence as realization finally dawned on her as well. "Oh shit."

"Why 'oh shit'?" Charlie asked, her brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"John was gonna watch one of his shows, took the remote from me and Vags." Angel started. "Me and him got into a conversation, and I mentioned how Valentino prefers sex when his partners are unwilling."

Everyone grew a look of disgust at his words as Vaggie nodded. "That's true. He just kind of blanked out. Tossed the remote to me and said to watch what I want while he left the room. Didn't know he'd left till we were done with our shows."

Alastor snarled at this new information. "To be quite frank, if that's the case, I'd say it's way overdue for someone to bring that studio down." His radio voice disappeared to show that he was legitimate.

Husk nodded. "Bout time that shitstain got what was coming to him."

"I don't like it, but…" Charlie looked a little conflicted as she spoke. "I agree, it's long overdue."

"Damn right it is." Vaggie remarked, her opinion changed now that she knew the reasoning behind it.

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" Niffty shouted, completely for the carnage.

As everyone voiced their opinions on this new development, they heard the door to the lobby open.

Charlie walked out, expecting to greet John.

The site she got couldn't be any farther from what she expected.

She spotted John at the door, holding it open.

And one after another, demons were piling into the Hotel's lobby.

Her jaw dropped at the site, unable to comprehend just what she was seeing.

She could hear the footsteps funneling in behind her, and she didn't have to look to see their own jaws dropping.

"What in Hell…" Alastor muttered.

"John? What is this?" Charlie asked, shaking herself from her stupor as she approached the large demon.

"You need guests, right?" John asked, glancing over to her as he held the door open, until finally, the last few demons funneled in.

Charlie looked wide eyed. "Are… are you serious?" She asked him.

John nodded, smiling slightly. "Hell yeah. Every single one of these people needs a place to stay."

As Charlie looked at the demons gathered, she took note of something.

Most of the demons here were women, exceptionally beautiful ones at that. They were mostly dressed in skimpy clothing, and every single one of them had a look of amazement and gratitude on their face, looking around in wonder.

It didn't take too much for it to click.

"Are these…?"

John nodded. "Yeah. After what Angel said, mix that with the knowledge of his hypno powers, and you get a pretty damn good idea of what every single one of those souls were going through." He explained.

Charlie stared wide-eyed, at John, only to have her attention pulled to a demon, a succubus, who looked like she was terrified about something.

"You're Princess Charlie… right?"

Charlie nodded slowly. "Yes…"

The girl sniffled a little, and Charlie could tell she was on the verge of tears. "Is it true that if we sign up for your redemption thing here, we don't have to… pay?"

Something about the way she said it rattled Charlie to her core, and she glanced up at John, who was looking at the poor girl with a sympathetic gaze.

Charlie looked at the girl, a gentle smile on her face. "Sweetie, you won't have to do anything that you don't want to. Just make an effort to actually redeem yourself."

The girl couldn't keep the tears in any more, and she threw her arms around Charlie in a grateful hug. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Charlie smiled and gladly hugged the poor girl back. "It's no problem." She separated from the woman. "What's your name?"

"Va-Vanessa."

Charlie smiled. "Well Vanessa, how about we get you set up with a room, and a tour?" She took a glance at Vanessa's outfit as well, a skimpy tube top, a pair of panties, and some high heels. "And maybe some actual clothes."

Vanessa gave a grateful smile as she tried wiping her tears. "I'd like that."

"Nessie!" Angel's voice caused Vanessa's to whip around to face the spider-demon.

"Dusty?!" She practically threw herself into Angel's arms, the spider-demon gladly returning the hug. "Thank god your okay!"

Angel chuckled as he looked down at the succubus. "Yeah, thanks to that big beluga over there." He remarked, gesturing to John. "He sent Val packing in the best way possible."

The girl turned to look at John with a grateful gaze. "Really?"

John chuckled, giving the girl a smile. "You better believe it. And on that subject," He turned his gaze to look at Angel. "I took care of Valentine. For good. He's never coming back, and his contract on you gone."

Angel froze at the spiky demon's words, his eyes going wide, his face taking on an expression of stunned disbelief. "You… You're kidding…"

John chuckled. "Not at all. That fuckface won't bother anyone here again."

Angel felt tears welling up in his own eyes, as what felt like a massive weight seemed to lift itself off his shoulders. "I-I'm free? Like, really free?"

John gave a grin as he nodded. "Yep. You don't have to do anything you don't want to anymore."

Angel could only stare at John through tear filled eyes, before he gave a chuckle, his voice quivering as he spoke. "Jesus, Al and Husk were right about you. You really are a good guy."

John shrugged at the words. "I don't know about that. After all," He gave a joking grin. "I am in Hell."

Angel shook his head. "Then God made a mistake."

John shook his own head. "If you say so."

Charlie ran over to Vaggie as John began walking through the crowd, making sure everyone is okay. "Isn't this great, Vaggie?! We have actual guests now!" She said, bouncing up and down with excitement.

Vaggie gave a small smile as she watched the hopeful expression on all the demons faces. Even she had to admit…

John did good.

A/N: Yeah, for anyone wondering, Val's gone for good. No, he is not coming back.

Also, for anyone wondering, the reason I made Vaggie a fan of superheroes is because I feel like that would be the perfect escape for her. We know she died in 2014, and a rather popular theory is that she was a prostitute.

Also, it's because comic books in general were an escape for me during a bad part of my life.

Yes, Porn Studios is also gone, but don't worry, unlike Val, Vox and Velvet shall return.

So, as always, don't forget to review, and as Alastor says, stay tuned.