2 days had passed since Charlie and the hotel employed the Cherubs. Today, one of those cherubs, Keenie, was assigned a simple task: Go to the supermarket and get some ingredients for the kitchen. Vaggie thought it would be good for her to learn about Hell and where things were in it. But Keenie wasn't enthusiastic about the idea.

Out of all the cherubs, she despised demons the most. The idea of going all out by herself in a city of those awful creatures made her skin crawl. Still, she had a job to do, and C.H.E.R.U.B always got the job done.

Keenie walked along the sidewalk of Pentagram City, staying hyper-aware of her surroundings. The worst thing she saw on the way to the supermarket was a street race, but aside from that, it was a somewhat calm walk there. As Keenie entered the store, she looked at the list Vaggie gave her. It was then that she wondered why she was put on this job since she did not know what any of these items were.

"Spider-Snake Skin? Wrathian Cactus Juice? What the fuck are these things?" She thought to herself.

One item that was on the list was alcohol, so she started with what she knew. As Keenie went down the aisle and picked one out, a demon with a trench coat came walking toward her. She prepared herself, assuming the worst.

"Hey, little demon." He said with a gruff voice.

"You listen here, sinner!" Keenie shouted, "I know martial arts and am skilled in all the weaponry of Heaven. If you so much as think about robbing me or something more nefarious, I will rip your head off and put it on my wall."

"Woah, chill." The demon said, clearly intimidated. "I wasn't gonna hurt you."

Keenie relaxed, "Oh thank goodness."

"I was just gonna offer you some Angel Dust," he said as he pulled out the left side of his trench coat, showing off his merchandise.

To Keenie, being offered drugs was just as bad as being attacked. She and the rest of C.H.E.R.U.B have had to help humans either overcome a drug addiction or get them to a hospital due to overdose back in the day. "I'll make sure you don't ruin another life!" She said before raising her fist to attack. But before she could strike, someone from behind grabbed her raised wrist. Looking back, she saw a cat man whom she recognized from the Hazbin. Husk, she believed it was.

"For fuck's sake, don't cause a scene." Husk said as he let go and approached the drug dealer. "We're not interested, so beat it." The dealer had no objections as he got out of there as fast as possible.

"You shouldn't have let him go," Keenie said, arms crossed and disgusted.

"And you shouldn't be picking fights with random sinners. You're lucky that guy was a pussy, imagine if you did that to someone tougher."

"Why are you even here? Were you spying on me?"

"No, why would I want to spy on you? You were supposed to come with somebody but you ran off before the manager could pick anyone, so she told me to come help you."

"Hmph, I don't need the help of a sinner."

"Oh, you don't? Then I guess you know what Eldritch Root and Wrathian Cactus Juice are then." Husk said sarcastically.

Keenie grunted, "Fine, I'll let you help. But this changes nothing between us!"

"It's not like I'm trying to." Husk and Keenie spent a good chunk of the day at the supermarket, with the former teaching the other about its wares. Eventually, they left with the items they needed. On their way back to the hotel, Husk sat down on a nearby bench, much to Keenie's confusion. He told her to sit next to him, which she reluctantly did.

"How's Hell treating you?" Husk asked.

"Why do you care?" Keenie's tone was still hostile.

"I don't, but if your thing against sinners is going to get in the way of the job, I want to know why so we can fix it. I owe Alastor that much." Husk pulled out the alcohol bottle from the grocery bag and offered it to Keenie.

"Absolutely not! I do not indulge in sinful pleasures!"

"Suit yourself." Husk popped open the cork and took a gulp from the bottle. As he did Keenie had an odd feeling in her gut. Her mind was telling her not to drink the booze, but something deep inside of her said that she could really use a drink right about now.

Eventually, the deep feeling won out, and as soon as Husk stopped drinking she swiped the bottle from him and took a swig herself. Husk just laughed at the irony to himself. After Keenie finished drinking, she coughed a bit. "Ugh, this tastes like shit!"

"That's how most booze tastes to first-timers." Husk reached his hand out, expecting Keenie to give the bottle back to him. But to his surprise, she continued drinking all the way to the last drop. When Keenie finished the drink, she saw her reflection in the bottle, reminding her of her new form along with her new fate. She then burst into tears.

"Oh fuck," Husk said, annoyed, "Don't cry, I wasn't prepared for crying."

"It's just… everything's gone to shit," Keenie said, tears filling her eyes. "I had my whole life together. I had a job that my parents were proud of, we were certified guardian angels, and I even had a pet cloud. Do you know what his name was?"

"Uhhh, Fluffy?"

"Claude! Everything was going so well. Now I'm a fallen angel in Hell drinking alcohol with a sinner! When did it all go so wrong!?"

Husk really, really didn't want to console a crying person, but there was something in what she said that resonated with him a bit. "Listen, Kanie."

"It's Keenie."

"Keenie, whatever. What do I look like to you?"

Keenie was confused by the question but answered regardless. "You look like an alcoholic cat with wings."

"Exactly. Now let me tell you something, I hate it when people call me a cat. I hate cats, I'm more of a dog person. Why I got this form when I died I have no idea."

"What's the point of this?"

"All I'm saying is life doesn't always give us what we want. Sometimes, it makes us a cat even though we hate them. And sometimes it brings us to Hell when we don't want to go there. All we can do is roll with the punches and work with what we got."

Keenie's tears dried up. "That's actually good advice… for a sinner."

"Don't be too quick to judge all of us. Some of us can surprise even ourselves."

Keenie's sadness changed to confusion. "That's what frustrates me too! All my life I've been told that Hell is a horrible place where the most evil of demons live and the vilest of people end up. But yet there's the princess of Hell herself trying to redeem sinners into Heaven to prevent bloodshed, and you consoling me. It doesn't make any sense."

"Not everyone here is the worst of the worst. Some are just good people that made a lot of bad choices. As for Charlie, I have no fucking clue what her deal is."

"Do you believe it, this whole talk of redemption?"

"You're the angel, what do you think?"

"I don't know any more than you. Cherubs aren't very respected up in Heaven."

"All I'll say is if it was possible, Heaven wouldn't have to send down exterminators once a year to kill us. So no, I don't believe it."

"Yet you're working at the hotel?"

"Not really my choice. Whatever Alastor wants me to do I gotta do it. Besides, he gave me cheap drinks."

"Is he your boss or something?"

"He's my Overlord and I'm his minion. The moment I shook his hand I practically signed a contract to do whatever he asked of me."

"Overlord, huh? We have something like that in Heaven, they're called Saints. They're not as scary as Alastor, but they can be demanding."

"So they're assholes."

If this were the old Keenie, she would've attacked him for disrespecting the Saints of Heaven. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that he might've been right. The Saint that assigned Deerie to supervise them was a dismissive prick who wanted nothing to do with Cherubs. He never said it of course, but Keenie and her coworkers could tell.

Keenie just gave a nod. "Thought so." Husk said, "I'm guessing God is your king?"

Keenie shook her head. "God has been in seclusion for a long time now. Metatron Mikael and the High Council are in charge of Heaven."

"So he's to you what King Lucifer is to us."

"In a way, yes." Keenie stopped to think for a bit. "Maybe Heaven and Hell aren't that different after all."

"I wouldn't be surprised. No matter where you go, there will always be assholes."

After their conversation, she stood up. "Thank you for the talk, Husk. You're not so bad for a sinner."

"Whatever, just don't tell anyone about this. You're supposed to be giving therapy, not me."

"I understand. Are there any other tasks that need to be done?"

"Yeah, get another bottle of alcohol." Husk said as he looked into the bottle. "That wasn't for me, we actually needed that."

"I'll go get a replacement right away," Keenie said with enthusiasm as she went back into the market. Husk couldn't help but smile at a job well done despite the circumstances. He couldn't speak for how well she would work with the others, but at least he knew that there wouldn't be any problems between him and Keenie… at least for now.