"Wow...this place really was super filthy...just...wow..." Charlie realized once again, as she and Vagatha were walking through the building.

As it stood both their contributions was the hotel, sure both could offer more and were willing to help the others in any way they could, but for now they just needed to be the two people who were entirely focused on the hotel itself. This unfortunately meant for the eager to help princess and her also eager, just not as much, girlfriend were basically left with nothing to do at the moment. With Nifty cleaning the ENTIRE structure, even to the roof and farthest depths of the basement, they as well as their new doorman had nothing to do until guests started showing up. Which even as Angel was promising to have sex with people, Cherri was beating them up, and Moxxie and Millie were putting up flyers, would realistically still take a VERY long time to happen.

"Hon, the construction work ended kinda abruptly, sure they did their job but because of the Slayer and the televised murder and everything else, they really didn't have any time to clean up after themselves, it's not your fault the place was a little messy." Vagatha said trying to make her feel better.

"But I mean there's so much else she's doing, like straightening the sheets and blankets, steaming the curtains to make them looks so nice and wavy, she's even embroidering the pillows!" Charlie exclaimed as she held up one.

Having it nearly shoved in her face Vagatha's eyes were assaulted by well stitched letters that said "Heaven is what we make it".

"Right, well, even though all of these things are appreciated, pillows included." She began, briefly pausing as to gently move the pillow down from her face, "I don't understand why it's bothering you so much, even with you being the princess of Hell it's not like you have super powers, specifically not speed that is capable of breaking the sound barrier." She replied.

"Because Vaggie, even though this all started because I had the idea for the hotel, it feels like I personally am not doing much, apart from the two failed interviews what else have I done to either promote the hotel or help in general?" She asked.

For a moment a rather uneasy silence came between them, as Vagatha had to think carefully of what she should say, given that her girlfriend was one good nudge away from getting teary again.

"Well, the way I see it your job just hasn't been needed yet, I mean think about it, you're like the host of a party, sure everyone's running around getting ready for it, but when the guests arrive you're going to be front and center, big ear to ear smile and beautiful singing voice ready to meet them, they might be getting them in the door, but you're the one that's going to keep them here." She told her.

"Really? You think so?" Charlie asked with a hopeful smile, which in turn made her smile.

"I do, look the people down here are assholes there's no denying that fact, but like you say there's a rainbow inside them, and it is going to take a very special person who just doesn't know when to quit to bring it out of them, and that's you hon." Vagatha answered.

Having her spirits effectively lifted Charlie wouldn't waste a second responding, which she did by wrapping her arms around her and kissing her deeply. They stayed like that for a good while,

honestly both of them needed it as it had been some time since they were all mushy with each other.

"You know, I just thought of another reason why your job's so important." Vagatha spoke once they finally broke apart.

"Hm?" Charlie sounded inquisitively.

"Your seemingly endless abundance of pep and sunshine NEEDS to be here to help balance out the Slayer's...everything." She said.

Taking but a brief second to think about that, both women found humor in her statement and busted out laughing, remaining in each other's embrace until they were done.

"Wait...you're doing...what exactly?..." Stolas questioned in confusion, as he didn't quite understand what Blitzo had just told him.

Even though there was still lingering tension between them, and Loona just wanted time away from him so she could cooldown, Lucifer with a reasonable and convincing argument compelled her to accompany her adoptive father to Stolas's manor. To be fair though if Lucifer wanted to he could have threatened her, even she with her defiant attitude wasn't stubborn enough to defy the literal devil. Admittedly the argument Lucifer had used was, "If you don't go with him he'll burn down the entire city, I don't know how, but he's just stupid enough to pull it off.", which she couldn't argue against since she KNEW him. Yet even though she wanted some space for that still lingering tension to fully go away, she would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't want to make amends right away.

Even with it being buried so, so, SO deep underneath that aforementioned attitude of hers, she couldn't deny that it WAS there.

"Look I KNOW it sounds crazy, so I'll try to explain it in a more...easily understood way." Blitzo replied before clearing his throat, "Basically, our stick of chalk looking ass king and his box of assorted colored crazy chalk, have decided that the best thing that could possibly happen is if we turn Hell, ya know HELL, into a "new" Heaven, what the fuck that even means I have no idea, I just know if I don't help then that guy with the shotgun's gonna shove it so far up my ass before he pulls the trigger that those exterminators are gonna be cleaning my shit off from the bottom of their cloud..." He explained with a use of air quotes.

"Aaaaaaand just like that I have officially lost my appetite, thanks..." Octavia said as she crumpled of the small bag of chips she had been snacking on.

"No problem sweetie, but anyways do you get it now Stolas? That crazy ass powdered donut royal family's trying to renovate Hell basically, take all the worst people there are and just shove'em in a broom closet or something, while the rest of the drug abusers, dick wankers, pussy fingerers, and two bit con artists get to party like it's soviet Russia after JFK was shot." He further explained.

"...Do...do you just like, come up with these on the spot or do you have them written down somewhere?..." Octavia asked as she was genuinely impressed by that last statement.

"Eh sometimes I write'em down, but for the most part I just let my brain bring up whatever information is there and sort it in a random order." He answered with a shrug.

"Ahem." Stolas sounded in order to get back on track, "Blitzy, while I'm starting to get what it is you're describing, I still don't really understand why it is you and Loona are back here." He told

him.

"Ah, right, that bit, well see thing is a lot of high ranking demons, you know like you, are probably not gonna be on board with the idea of Hell two point O, so because of that our fruity tooty oh so snooty king wants your help in persuading them, you know kiss some assess tickle a few balls just warm'em up to the idea." Blitzo replied.

"While I appreciate that lord Lucifer thinks so highly of me that he would request my aid with this, I don't think I'll be of any help, no amount of persuasion or coercing is going to make any of the noble class, and ESPECIALLY not any of the Overlords consider this proposal, they've got too much to lose in both power and control." Stolas said.

"Whelp we tried to tell him it was a fucking lost cause let's go Loony!" Blitzo immediately exclaimed as he turned on his heels and headed for the door, wanting this to be over as quickly as possible.

"What if they knew that the Slayer was involved?" Loona suggested which caused him to stop. "I doubt they'd take my word for it." Stolas replied earning one of her patented eye rolls.

"Obviously, but the Slayer and that news lady, the one he killed, don't ask, are on their way to the studio to get him on TV, probably won't happen today or maybe it will, but it IS going to happen soon at least, point is that unless they've all got their heads so far up their own asses cause they love all the shit they're filled with, then they should all be able to see him on TV, they along with the rest of Hell will also get to see the documentary about his life that he made himself, so after all that happens and they see and learn the full story, you think they'd be willing to listen then?" She asked.

"Oh without question, they're already terrified of him like everyone else, but if what you're saying is true which I don't doubt that it is, then all I'd need to do is just give them each a phone call and they'll be begging to be in Lucifer's good graces." He answered.

"Then it's settled, wait till that shit's on the air, I suggest you watch it too by the way, then you just make a few phone calls and your part's done, sound good?" She asked.

"Indeed, be rest assured I will take care of the noble class when that happens, and both the hotel and this new project will have all the support from this portion of Hell's ruling powers, though the Overlords I'm certain will still be stubborn." He answered.

"Eh, they're probably gonna get killed no matter what, so no reason to worry about'em." She replied as she now turned around as well.

"Hey!" Octavia called out before she headed to the door, "Could we maybe um, ya know, meet him?" She asked.

"Yeah sure, just don't try and ask for pictures, I don't think he's a very photo friendly kind of guy." Loona answered before continuing on her way.

With that business settled the Hellhound and the imp left the building and soon after the gates at the front, and as they began walking down the sidewalk Blitzo could no longer hold his tongue.

"Loony...that was amazing!" He exclaimed as a huge smile came onto his face, "I mean the way you handled that was just...I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" He nearly screamed though in that annoying mushy way of his.

"It was nothing, and I mean that literally, everyone's jumping at shadows right now cause of the Slayer, and even after that documentary goes up it'll still be that way, probably worse for the Overlords, so all we gotta do is just say his name and problems get solved." She replied.

Without warning however he would wrap his arms around her and hug her as tight as he could, which besides bringing them to a stop immediately angered her.

"That's my Loony~" He almost purred out of parental pride and joy.

Balling her hands into fists she was about to shove him off or even punch him, but then she realized something that stopped her. That tension wasn't there anymore, obviously because he was currently as close to her as he could possibly be, and while she still didn't like hugging or any mushy shit like this, it meant he was back to his old self. And so for just a moment in time, the fiercest most aggressive Hellhound in all of the circle would relax and unclench her fists, even allowing a slightly than bigger than usual smile come to her face.

"Yeah well...learned from the best..." She muttered beneath her breath, though as quiet as she could so he wouldn't hear her and get more mushy.

What's worse than being in a small, tight, cramped hallway as the single scariest man in all of Hell is walking towards you, why if your former boss who should be dead as dogshit was ALSO walking towards you right alongside him of course! This was the current reality for the poor, confused, frightened beyond functioning imps and other assorted Hellspawn in the channel 666 news studio, as the imposing duo of the Slayer and Katie Killjoy made their way towards Tom's office. With their limo driver waiting patiently in the car for their return, there was no reason they needed to rush or speed through this interaction. Yet still Katie did want this to be quick and as painless as possible, she didn't want to answer questions, she didn't want any bullshit, just good PR for the Slayer and the hotel as well as the documentary being put on television, and then they were done, simple.

Problem was with her no longer in charge of what went on around there it all fell onto Tom, yes there were some executives that would also need to be fully on board, but once they learned their former master was back and in good graces with the Slayer, she knew they'd fall back in their place.

"Miss Killjoy, would you prefer I do the talking or would you like to take the lead?" Vega inquired even though he was certain he knew the answer.

"Unfortunately Vega you're way too polite, which is nice when having a normal conversation, but right now we've got to scare the shit right into Tom's pants if we want our way, so I'll do the talking while he just intimidates." She responded referring to the Slayer, just before a wicked smile came onto her face, "Especially since I remember all those nice things he said about me..." She added.

Though certain that she wasn't going to try and harm or kill him as that would be the dumbest thing she could do, both the Slayer and Vega were concerned that he might have to intervene if she let her anger get the best of her. Finally though after a long trek across the floor they reached what was once her office, they came here first because she KNEW that he would've thrown all of her stuff out the moment she croaked, and given he now had his name on the door she was correct. But instead of kicking open the door or even knocking on it aggressively, she would lean in as close as she could to it and say in a just barely loud enough voice:

"Oh Tom, I'm back~"

For a moment there was no response, and even when she pulled back and straightened herself there still was no reaction, which caused Vega and the Slayer to consider the possibility he might not be in the room at the moment. But then they heard it, in nearly the same just barely audible volume that she had spoken with so too were footsteps heard, and after a solid minute of listening to them slowly approach the door, the handle even more slowly began turning.

"K-K-Katie?..." Tom squeaked out as if he inhaled helium, the door being opened just enough to where he could peek out.

"Hi there Tom, good to see you again~" She greeted, using the fake but impressively convincing nice tone she used during broadcasts, "I know you must be confused, and are probably busy what with moving into my office and no doubt throwing out my things, or maybe taking a massive shit on them like the petty pussy you are, but if me and my associate here could have just a moment of your time, I'd really appreciate it~" She told him.

Pulling it open a bit more so he could see who she was referring to, only to nearly drop dead right then and there once he saw, he did the only sensible thing he could do in this situation. He pulled the door open completely, walked back inside the room, turned the chair around that sat opposite of his, now hers, to face the door, before then sitting on the floor just a few feet away from it. Once that was done Katie and the Slayer entered with the latter closing the door behind them, they

would then each go to their respective seat and make themselves comfortable before the conversation continued.

"Ah, you do know how to pick out a good chair Tom~" She complimented as she sunk into it a little.

"Thank you..." He replied, a truly broken shell of not just a man, but a soul in its entirety.

"Now then, I know you're just DYING to know how I could POSSIBLY look SO GOOD after being blasted to bits, but unfortunately we're not here to share my beauty secrets, we're here because we need your help." She revealed.

"Wait...really?" He asked with a bit more life to him, now looking up from the floor to look at her.

"Yup, while there is still some...awkwardness between us, as there always was, the fact is Tom I'm not here to retake my position at the studio, at least not yet." She began as she crossed her legs, "See the royal family is looking for some good PR for the hotel, as well as another new project they came up with very recently, I was hoping that you could give them that PR, without asking too many questions or prying into their privacy." She explained.

"Oh, well yeah of course, I actually wanted to anyways but then you and uh, your uh...associate, suddenly appeared in the hotel's lobby, but if all you're here for is for coverage I'd be more than happy to do it finally." He assured.

"Aw, that's so nice of you Tom, glad to see your heart's still just as average as your dick is." She replied as she rested her head in the palm of her hand, "However that's not all, we also need you to help us spread the word of my associate here, yes there is the whole shooting me on live tv thing, and the turf war too, and a car crash which he helped resolve before we got here that you'll want to look into, but the thing is he took the time out of his day to give us his life story, and I think after all he's done for us the least we can do is air it for him, right?" She asked.

Before he could answer a quick flash of blue light would happen in the Slayer's hand, followed by him leaning forward to hand an object he held over to Tom.

"This device contains the footage she is describing, simply place it within the view of the cameras and press the button on its side, a projection will then play and all you need to do then is watch alongside the rest of Hell." Vega spoke explaining it for him, seeing this as the best opportunity for him to speak.

"O-Oh, thank you..." Tom replied as he took it, briefly looking it over as it looked so futuristic. "So that's another yes?" Katie asked regaining his attention.

"Hm? O-Oh yeah of course! Again more than happy to help the man who-" He began to say, only to stop himself before he said too much.

"What? Were you going to say something along the lines of murdered me? That's old news Tom, no wonder I became your boss despite you having the job longer than me." She joked with a slight chuckle.

"Er, right, yeah, old news..." He repeated while rubbing the back of his head, "So um, is there anything else you'd like me to do? Any other coverage or help I can be?" He asked.

"Not right now, like I said I'm not here to get my job back, but that IS something that will happen, so it would probably be best for you to move back to your office and to put all my stuff back in mine, and if you can't then buy me new stuff." She answered after getting up from her seat and walking over to him, "Because WHEN I come back if my office doesn't look exactly the way it did or even BETTER, then I WILL throw you out the window in that nice chair of yours to see if those cushions can stop a man from exploding when he hits concrete, and I'd hate to do that Tom as I don't like destroying a perfectly good chair." She told him.

"G-Got it..." He replied, so terrified by that sentence alone he was lightly shaking.

"Great! Well glad we could have this talk and get everything sorted out so quick and efficiently! I expect that documentary to go live before the day is over Tom, but make sure you talk about the car crash before you do, oh and I expect you AND the crew to be at the hotel tomorrow to begin that coverage, don't keep us waiting~" She said returning to that fake tone, before then leaving the office.

Choosing to remain on the floor until his nerves settled, he would flinch when the Slayer stood up from his seat and began approaching him, but felt relaxed when he held out a hand for him to grab onto.

"Oh, thank you." Tom said for the second time as the Slayer helped him up.

"Our apologies for miss Killjoy's rather aggressive approach to speaking with you, she insisted on handling the conversation whilst the Slayer, in her own words, intimidated you." Vega explained.

"Oh, it's fine, I've grown used to it, honestly was just trying to figure out if any of this was actually real or if maybe during the interview I was the one who died and this was my new Hell." He explained as he dusted himself off, "And again, thanks for helping me up." He repeated.

"You're welcome, have a nice day mister Trench, see you tomorrow." Vega responded before the Slayer then followed after Katie.

Waiting until the door was closed again before doing anything, Tom was a bit surprised to find he was completely calm, though was more surprised at how nice that man actually was.

"Come on Angel Baby, just swallow it~" Valentino insisted as he looked at the other.

The ride back to Porn Studios was a long and uncomfortable one, uncomfortable because of the position Angel had been in for practically the whole thing, long because the driver had taken the weirdest route possible to get there. Though he knew well that it was because Valentino wanted their "moment" to last until he was satisfied, thankfully it wasn't ENTIRELY unpleasant, as for better or worse he did actually know how to please someone. Even so, once they reached their destination and both were presentable once again, they went straight to his office so Angel could get a new phone. Yet here they were, Valentino in his seat behind his desk smoking and smiling, while Angel sat across from him looking down at a full glass of wine.

And despite the fact Angel actually didn't want to drink it out of fear of what else he might be looking at besides just wine, he knew if he didn't listen that the tone might begin shifting, so he closed his eyes and downed the whole thing in one go.

"That's it, knew you could do it~" Valentino said with a smile as Angel put the glass on the table.

"Mmm...grapes..." He muttered as he dragged an arm across his mouth, "So Val, about that phone..." He brought up wanting to get through this.

"Oh right, the phone, almost forgot." The other replied as he leaned back in his seat, putting his feet up on his desk, "Sorry bout that, give me just one second." He requested as he gently pushed down a button on his intercom, "Yo Vox, is it ready?" He asked speaking into it.

The response he would receive would not come from the intercom, but from the addressed demon coming into the room. He would walk over calmly and hand Angel his new phone before then moving to stand beside Valentino, who remained seated with his legs still propped up. But as Angel took the phone from the tech savvy demon and began looking it over to see if it was a new model, he found that this phone...wasn't that.

"Confused Angel baby?" Valentino asked him before slightly turning his head towards Vox, "Why don't you show our little spider here why his new phone is so strange?" He suggested.

Upon hearing that Vox's well known shark tooth smile would spread across his screen, followed by Angel's "phone" suddenly turning on. Looking down at the device's screen his eyes would go wide and his blood would run cold, as what he saw was a video of him inside the hotel.

Specifically, it was in the room he and Cherri had shared last night, obviously they didn't have sex with each other, but still it showed the both of them clear as day sleeping in the bed. Now as for how this video could have possibly been taken, how it was even feasible to do this, well, it simply was because of Vox.

He was an overlord for a very good fucking reason, not only did he own the single largest tech manufacturing company in all of Hell, but he had an unrivaled connection with anything electronic. He could make his face appear on any screen he wanted, he could access any device he wanted, he could even if he were to get so irate cause a blackout throughout the entire circle, that is how powerful and how far his reach went. So the why and how this video was recorded didn't need to be solved, it hadn't even popped into Angel's mind, because right now his mind was racing at a million miles an hour wondering one simple thing, what. What was this video supposed to mean, what was Val's reason for having Vox record it in the first place, and what was going to happen in the next several minutes?

"Aw, Angel baby, there's no reason to look so upset, honest." Valentino spoke trying to "comfort" him, "If anything you should be excited, you've just been promoted." He revealed.

"Pr-Promoted?..." Angel asked with a nervous stutter, causing the other to nod his head slowly.

"Mhm, see ever since that psycho you mentioned showed up, every Overlord in Hell's been on edge, even we the three Vs have been a fair bit unsettled by him, but just like your name here you are, our guardian Angel, since you've decided to live at that hotel you can help keep an eye on him for us, and don't worry about getting caught as that's what your new phone is for, right Vox?" He answered, now giving Vox the chance to finally say something.

"Correct, the fact is I have a direct connection to the device, you won't be able to use it for anything on your own, but seeing as how we'll know exactly where you are and you won't be going anywhere anytime soon, it's not like you would need to anyway, all you need to do is carry it around with you so I can watch and listen to what goes on there, so that way we know exactly what he's planning." He explained.

"See? I told you it's a promotion, you won't need to patrol the slums anymore or sleep with anymore johns, the most you'll have to do is just pick where to sit as we listen in, honestly I'm a little jealous~" Valentino mused with a smile, "But just so we're sure, you understand what your job is now right? We don't need to explain it anymore do we?" He asked.

Even though he hadn't changed his expression, his tone, or anything else as he said that last part, Angel knew exactly what he meant by "explain" it more. And so now he had to make a choice, did he run the risk of angering the Slayer by betraying him and the others, or does he stand his ground and walk back with a limp. Honestly he wanted nothing more than to just pounce onto the pimp right here and now, try to rip out his throat with his bare fucking teeth while Vox watched horrified. But he knew that would only end badly for him, they were Overlords and he was just a porn star prostitute who could hold his own pretty well, he'd be subdued and be punished the moment he made any kind of move.

"...I...understand Val, I'll be sure to try and stick around them as much as possible, so you'll know what goes down before anyone else, no need to it explain it any further..." He responded after a minute of silence, which caused the other's smile to turn into a toothy grin.

"That's my Angel Baby~" He said with as much satisfaction as possible.