At the Hotel, business was slow...as usual. Charlie paced around the floor, impatiently waiting for someone to come give Redemption a chance. All the while, Husk was asleep at his bar, Niffty was busy cleaning and Vaggie was starting to lose hope they would ever get a client in here...
"It's only been days, yet I'm starting to think this whole thing was a bad idea.", The manager said to herself.
"I wouldn't say such things out loud, Miss Vaggie." Nifty told Vaggie. "Miss Charlie wouldn't like to hear that even her manager is losing faith."
"Well, at least you believe, Niffty."
"Uh...technically, I don't.", The maid admitted. "But, Mr. Alastor is paying me a fair wage to keep working for you two."
"Ugh! This is hopeless. We are never gonna get a client."
But, just as she said that, there was a knock at the door."
"I'll get it!", Nifty yelled out.
Rushing over to the door, Niffty opens it to see a male demon with green skin, red eyes and hair, monstrous feet and fangs. Despite he rather terrifying appearance, Niffty can't help but crazy the moment she sees him...
"Ooh! A man! And a handsome young one at that!"
Steve was caught off guard by how quickly the one-eyed demon moved around him, as she in one spent at a second, then in another spot in another second.
"Noble features, nice looking hair, questionable clothing but that can be overlooked."
"Uh...thanks?, Steve took as a compliment. "Look, I was just hoping to check in, if that's possible."
"Of course! Give me one second! MS. CHARLIE! WE HAVE A GUESS!"
Steve plugged his ears upon hearing how loud Niffty was screaming, but then straightened himself when he saw who could assume was Charlie.
"Hello! Welcome to the Happy-I mean Hazbin Hotel!", Charlie said happily. "Have you come to give Redemption a chance?"
"Yes, actually. I'm Steve. Steve Burnside."
"Well, Mr. Burnside, I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay here while we work on your rehabilitation!"
Never did Steve expect this from a demon. To him, Charlie seemed more like an angel...a beautiful one at that. Perhaps it would be best not to question, should he risk saying something offensive...
"...Are you sure you're a demon?", He asked. "Cuz, you...seem more like an angel."
He almost instantly regretted saying that, but fortunately, that remark made Charlie laugh a little...
"I guess I do, don't I? Maybe I get it from my dad."
"You dad is an angel?", Steve asked.
"...Fallen Angel, but I digress.", Charlie said, not comfortable with talking about it. "Anyway, why don't you sign in and we'll get you situated?"
"Sure."
With that, Charlie hands him a clipboard and pencil as Steve starts writing stuff down on blank areas. Vaggie looks at Steve, glaring a little when Charlie walks over to her girlfriend.
"Can you believe it, Vaggie? We finally got ourselves a client! Things will be looking up from here on out!"
"I don't like the look of him.", Vaggie immediately said.
"Oh, Vaggie. Don't be like that.", said Charlie. "He's already shown to be nice."
"Too nice! What if he's working for someone?"
"You're just being paranoid. What could possibly go wrong?"
The Moth Demon gave Charlie a "seriously?" look as Charlie tried not to remind herself about how the first time she tried to promote the hotel went down to shit. Luckily, Steve finished signed up and managed to take Charlie's mind off of it as he gave her back the clipboard.
"Here you go."
"Oh! Uh, thanks.", Charlie said, taking the clipboard as she then turns to Vaggie. "By the way, this is Vagatha, she's the manager of the Hotel and my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yep! We're a couple and damn proud of it!", Charlie exclaimed.
"I see.", Steve said as he puts out his hand for a shake. "Welp, nice to meet you, Vagatha."
Vaggie keeps her arms crossed in silent anger.
Steve retracts his arm, saying "Or...not."
"Don't take it personally.", Charlie told him. "She...doesn't trust men too much."
"I guess that's fair."
"Your shirt says 'Rockfort Prison' on it.", Vaggie said. "Care to explain?"
"Oh. That.", said Steve, rubbing his arm. "Well...it's a long story."
"Well, we got time.", Charlie then said.
Seeing that these girls were eager to here his story, Steve decided to do so. "Okay Well, it started when my dad roped got himself with the wrong kind of people..."
And with that, Steve started going off about how he and his father were imprisoned by a pharmaceutical company known as Umbrella. He talked about how he fought against zombies and monster, and doing it side by side next to one of the greatest women he would ever meet. While he didn't go into full detail about her, he did say that he owes her a lot, and that she was there for him...even at the time of his death...
"I don't know why, but...I just like I loved her. I wish I could've spent more time with her."
Charlie and Niffty were on the brink of tears while Vaggie was merely feeling bad for the guy. As unbelievable as his story sounded, she was willing to cut him some slack with how he felt about that woman.
"Anyway, that's my story.", Steve then said, not wanting this to be so emotional. "And there's no real point in crying over it."
"I disagree.", Charlie spoke out. "You were wrongly imprisoned and tortured! I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
"Well, right now...I'd like to focus on why is it that I'm here in Hell.", Steve said. "I did good in life! Was it just not enough? Or was it because of the way I was looking at the girl's nice, round-?"
He stopped himself when he realized they were still listening, and Vaggie was starting to lose sympathy for the guy, figuring out what he was gonna say.
"Uh...nevermind."
Charlie then said, "Well, if you really are as good as you say, we'll be sure to figure out a way to get you to redeemed."
"Sounds good.", said Steve before asking, "In the meantime, could I be shown to my room, please?"
"Wouldn't you want a drink first?" Vaggie asked sarcastically. "I'm sure you would want to relax yourself after all that you've been through."
Confused, Steve then asked, "Why would I drink? I'm only 17."
That caught Charlie and Vaggie off guard. They're used to seeing sinners in their early twenties, but for someone that young to be down here...
"Well, at least I know he won't be hard to deal with...unlike our other 'client'.", Vaggie said.
"You guys have other people here?"
"Just one, and...it's not going as well as we hoped.", Charlie admitted.
"Hey! Would you mind keeping it the fuck down?! How's anybody supposed to get some beauty sleep around here?"
"Speak of the devil.", Vaggie reluctantly said.
It was then that a tall, feminine-like, male spider demon came in nothing but a robe and a face mask. Angel Dust. Steve was a little weirded out by seeing this demon, but Charlie and Vaggie were there to calm him down...
"I don't know why you gals keep making such loud-"
Upon seeing Steve, Angel froze and was wide-eyed.
"Uh, Angel, we got a new client. This is Steve.", Charlie introduced Steve to the spider
Waving awkwardly, all Steve could say was, "...Hi."
But then, Angel runs back to his room, leaving everyone in awkward silence. About a minute later, Angel returns in his casual attire, soon getting awfully close with Steve as he has his hands on him...
"Hey there, handsome. I was wondering when we would get some new company around here. It's been so boring not having anyone to play around with."
"What?", Asked Steve. "What do you mean?!"
"Isn't it obvious?", Angel asked seductively. "What say you and I have a little fun in my room!"
"EW! NO! GET OFF!"
Just then, Steve kicks Angel in the groin and the spider demon falls to ground, holding his crotch in pain...
"Ugh...so that's how it feels like."
"Next time, learn a thing about personal space!", Steve said angrily
"I'm starting to like this guy more and more.", Vaggie admitted with a smirk on her face.
"While Angel had that coming, Steve could've been a little less violent.", Charlie said
"Oh, come on."
"I'm not saying you're the bad guy here, I'm just saying you could've handled that better."
"...I guess.", admitted Steve. "Let me just go over to my room to cool off."
"I'll show the way."
"Grr...it was just a simple fucking offer!", Angel Dust yelled out. "You didn't have to kick me in my prized jewels!"
"Yeah, well maybe next time, think twice before asking a 17 year old kid to have sex!"
Angel's eyes went wide-eyed again after hearing the kid's age.
"Or maybe, think twice before having sex at all.", Vaggie said.
"Shut...up."
Meanwhile, the man with the deformed arm was still roaming the streets with his normal hand still on his face. He was moaning and groaning and constantly getting the attention of those around him, who were confused about who this guy was and what is that he could do. That was until the man found himself accidentally turning to a dark alley, where he was then corned once again by demons...
"You walked down the wrong alley, old man."
"...I guess I did.", the man whimpered. "...I...I don't know where to go, really."
"Well, that's just too bad."
But before the could attack, the demons were then impaled by a number of black tentacles. The man stepped back as he saw someone else coming towards him. Though, he didn't recognize the demon at all, as all it looked like was just giant anthropomorphic leech wearing a business suit...
"Doctor Birkin, you'll come along with me quietly."
"Huh? What?", The man now known as Birkin said, confused.
Just then, Birkin was grabbed by the neck and lifted off his feet by the leech demon.
"Considering this payback for stealing my research. But Dr. Wesker requires your presence."
"...W-Wes...ker?"
That was all Birkin said before the leech snapped his neck with one 'hand', knowing that he would eventually recover. Just then, the leech heard some strange noise coming from underneath the road, like they were coming from the sewers. Hoisting Birkin's body over it's shoulder, the leech began to leave the area...
"The party's about to begin..."