Today was a boring-turned-exciting day for Charlie. She would be interviewing the Hazbin's first applicant, and she wasn't even looking for help! It had been a month since that disastrous party at the Eldritches' mansion, when her ex, Seviathan, tried to take away her dream by proposing to her. With new determination thanks to her girlfriend's support and the renovations done to the hotel, Charlie made a grand reopening to show she was serious about helping sinners.

However, they still didn't get any new guests aside from Angel Dust. It didn't help that the Radio Demon's name was tied to it, making people wonder if this was how he tricked his victims into sending them to wherever he sent Sir Pentious. Business was slow, but when a demon came in asking about working at the hotel, it made Charlie's entire day.

The interview took place in the lobby, with Charlie sitting across from the applicant. Vaggie and Alastor were sitting next to her, taking part in this process. The applicant looked like a small goat, with dark blue skin and white hair. He had two bent horns coming out from both sides of his head, black pants with goat hooves, and a tail sticking out. Finally, he had two small bat wings he used to fly around.

"I'll start. What's your name?" Vaggie asked.

"My name is Collin, ma'am." he said nervously, "A pleasure to meet you all."

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Collin!" Alastor said as he got up and put an arm around the little man. "It will be so good to have a fresh face around here, assuming you don't have a problem working with me."

"W-why would I have a problem with you?"

Alastor became intrigued, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon! The nickname's a bit lackadaisical, I'll admit, but it is fitting!"

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Hell that well. You see, I just came down here today."

"Today? Hm, you must've not had your hellshock."

"Hellshock?"

Vaggie chimed in, "It's a term for new sinners who freak out after finding out they're in Hell. It takes most sinners weeks or sometimes even months to process where they are and how they got here."

"Oh, wow. Well, I'm not a sinner. I guess you could call me a fallen angel."

"A fallen angel!" Charlie exclaimed in excitement. "So you're like my dad and my Uncle Azazel?"

"Part of me wants to say no, as I would never associate myself with the betrayers. But another part of me has accepted my banishment from heaven. Sadly, my friends are still in denial."

"You mean there's more of you?"

"Yes, but let me start at the beginning. Back in Heaven, we ran a business called C.H.E.R.U.B. Cherishing Humanity, Engaging Respectively, and Ultimate Brightness. Our job was to help any human on earth that a blessed asked of us."

"And what, pray tell, is a blessed?" Alastor asked, rubbing his chin.

"Souls that go to Heaven," Charlie answered. "Their equivalent of sinners."

Collin continued. "We would help them mainly by preventing them from dying a horrible death. We were good at our job at first, but…"

"But what?" Charlie asked.

"Fuck it. Might as well be honest. We fell downhill. Ever since C.H.E.R.U.B got so big and we became certified guardian angels, my colleagues cared more about winning approval from the higher-ups and less about actually helping people. Our boss even picked our clients for us, rather than them coming to us."

"Yes, yes, quite a sad tale." Alastor interrupted. "But how did you fall?"

"It was a normal day at work. We were trying to stop our client from dying by suicide. Then some annoying imps ruined everything by trying to take away his hope. We tried to stop them, but the client ended up dying. And since we were 'indirectly responsible' for his death, Deerie, our bitch of a boss, permanently banished us from Heaven!"

"Oh no, that's horrible!" said Charlie.

"It gets worse. We wandered around Earth for weeks, scrounging what we could to survive while hiding from the humans. Throughout that time, all my friends did was argue about every little thing and pass the blame around. I got sick of it!"

"But how did you find out about this place?" Vaggie asked.

"I saw your interview on Blesstagram. I followed an account called 'Demons Taking Ls.' Everyone was making fun of you, but I was interested in helping people again. So I used an illegal app on my phone to open a portal to Hell and here I am. Although, I am surprised that the demons I passed by didn't try to kill me since I'm a cherub."

"That might be because of how you look," Vaggie said. Collin looked confused, so she picked up a mirror on the table and showed him his demonic look.

"Oh, that makes sense." He said.

"You're not freaked out by that?"

"As I said, I've accepted that I'm fallen. Makes sense that I look the part, too."

"Now it's my turn to ask a question!" Alastor said, "Why would you want to work here? Surely you of all people would understand that this whole spiel about redemption is poppycock. After all, if a native of Heaven like you can be banished forever, what hope do sinners have?"

"Alastor!" Vaggie shouted.

"What? It's a simple question, my dear."

"I'll admit, it sounds impossible." Collin said, "But I remember when The Exorcists were first introduced to solve Hell's population problem. I always thought it was a bit harsh. We're supposed to be better, but here we are massacring hundreds of souls to who knows where. So if there's a bloodless way to fix this problem, I'd like to help in any way I can."

Charlie had a big smile on her face as she stood up. "You're hired!"

"Woah, hang on there!" Vaggie said, "I like him too, but we need to know what his skills are." Charlie frowned and nodded before sitting back down. "Now, what skills can you bring to the table?"

"My former coworkers and I are skilled in various types of therapy as well as normal therapy." Collin said, "They come in handy when trying to prevent someone from either doing something stupid or ending their life. My specialty is massage therapy."

Vaggie admitted that having a therapist could be useful. So far, anytime Angel did something sinful while in the hotel, Charlie would send him into the time-out corner of the lobby. Since he is a grown man, it was more of an annoyance than a solution. Just then, the front door to the hotel opened with Angel Dust walking in towards the bar.

"All right, Husky!" he said, "I had a rough day at work, so I'm gonna need-" He stopped as he passed the lobby, noticing the girls, Alastor, and a strange sheep demon. "Who the fuck is this?" Angel said, pointing at Collin.

The former cherub saw an opportunity to prove himself, so he got up and pulled up a chair next to Angel Dust. "Greetings, mister…"

"Just call me Angel Dust. Now, who the hell are you, a new guest?"

"No, Angel Dust. My name is Collin, and I will be your massage therapist today!"

Angel was incredibly confused, but he looked toward Vaggie and Charlie, both of them motioning him to just go along with it. So he sat down on the chair given to him. "Alright, but if you want to touch the fluff on my chest that's gonna cost ya. That's a special-" Before he finished his sentence, Collin rubbed his shoulders. The delicate touch and rubbing he gave made Angel gasp before feeling bliss. "Ooooooooohhhhh yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh. That's good. Jesus, I haven't felt this good since I got my first blowjob."

"You said you had a rough day? Tell me about it." Eventually, Angel told him about his work, his frustrations with it, and his boss, Valentino. So much came out of the spider's mouth that even Alastor was impressed.

"Damn," Angel said, "Normally you get this much outta me when I'm high. I bet you're tuning most of it out."

"Not at all." Collin said, "I think the studio is lucky to have you, and you deserve to be better treated."

"That's what I'm saying! Man, glad I'm not the only one who thinks that."

"Just remember, Angel. You might be in deep darkness now, but ultimate brightness is always just around the corner."

"...what the fuck was that?"

Collin sighed. Looks like the C.H.E.R.U.B slogan flew over his head. "Times might be tough, but you'll get through it. Everybody does. Just remember that you're not alone."

"Tch, you don't know me. But thanks for cheering me up, little guy."

"Anytime."

Vaggie throughout this process was looking at Collin in awe. She then looked at Charlie, who had a big smile on her face. "Ok, he's hired."

"Yay!" Charlie yelled. The front door once again opened, but this time, two little demons about the size of their new hire came in carrying crossbows. One was human-like, with pink hair and a yellow shirt with red overalls. The other was sheep-like, with brown fur and a red dress as well as small black horns on the top of her head.

"Nobody fucking move!" The sheep said, pointing her crossbow at the people in the room.

"Keenie!? Cletus!? What are you doing here?" said Collin very confused.

"We're here to rescue you!" Cletus said, pointing his crossbow at Angel. "Get away from my friend, you monster! He isn't your slave anymore!"

"Y'know, we really should invest in locks for this place," Angel said in an annoyed tone as he backed away.

Alastor slowly walked towards Keenie, emitting an aura so dark that even she was intimidated. But that would not stop her from doing what she thought was necessary. "I said don't move, you filthy sinner!"

Alastor laughed, "Or what? You'll shoot with that pathetic excuse of a weapon. Go on, I dare you."

"If you wanna die, I'm down for that!" Keenie said before shooting an arrow at him. Alastor summoned a black tentacle from his hand that caught the arrow in mid-air and crushed it. His pupils changed into the shape of a radio dial and stared deep into her soul.

"No, I don't. But it seems you do," he said.

Keenie was so in shock that she dropped her crossbow. "...Mommy."

"Stop!" Collin shouted as he ran in between her and Alastor. "These are the coworkers I told you about. They're just very confused." Alastor had returned to his normal form.

"What do you mean we're confused!?" Keenie said. "Weren't you kidnapped?"

"No, I wasn't! I came down here of my own free will!"

"WHAT!?" the two former cherubs shouted in confusion.

"I'll explain everything!" Collin turned to Charlie. "Do you mind if I talk to them outside, cherub to cherub?" Charlie agreed and the new hire escorted his friend outside in front of the hotel.

"I don't understand. Why would you run away? And to Hell of all places!" Cletus asked.

"Because…Because I was sick of scrounging around Earth and seeing you two fight all the time!"

"Collin, why didn't you tell us?" Keenie asked.

"That's the thing, you never listen to me! Even at C.H.E.R.U.B, you would always brush off anything I had to say! We used to help people because we wanted to! But now none of you care! It's all about getting it in good with the higher-ups, and look where it got us! So excuse me if I finally listened to that stupid poster in our office. Even though we all know God didn't actually say that, and I'm not keen on the second half of it."

Cletus and Keenie were silent for a few seconds, contemplating what he said. "I…didn't know you felt that way." Cletus said, "But do you really think your place is here now?"

"I think it's our place now."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at yourselves." Collin pulled out his phone and put it in selfie mode, showing them their new demonic appearance. The two former cherubs screamed at their new appearance.

"I-I can't believe I'm a demon," Keenie said.

"Does this mean…we won't be getting back into Heaven?" Cletus said.

"I don't know, but don't you see? This is a new opportunity!" Collin put his phone away. "This hotel is working to redeem sinners and make them able to ascend."

"That's impossible, you know how strict they are!" Keenie said. "We indirectly killed a human, our only mistake, and they banished us!"

"I know it looks difficult for us, but with our skills, we can help!"

"Our skills?" Cletus said.

"Yes, you can help Princess Charlie, help me, find an alternative to the Exorcists! Cletus, you're an expert at reading people's emotions! And Keenie, you're great with tough love and musical therapy! You wrote our theme song, for goodness' sake." Keenie blushed at that comment. "Sure, these people are sinners, but they're still people! And wasn't it our job to help them, before Deerie picked the 'best ones' for us? I don't know about you, but I'm tired of scrounging around Earth aimlessly. So please, let's start over and help people that deserve it."

Cletus and Keenie thought for a bit, then Cletus walked over to Collin and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know how I feel about working with sinners, but you're right. We can't keep running around Earth forever. If you think we can help these sinners, then I trust you."

"Thank you, Cletus. It means a lot to hear you say that."

Both of them turned to Keenie, who was crossing her arms, still hesitant about the idea of helping people she was told all her life were vile beings. "Come on, Keenie." Collin said. "These people aren't that bad, I think."

"...Ugh, fine. But I'm not doing this because of the sinners. I'm doing this because I feel bad for you."

"That's all I'm asking. Thank you both."

Cletus put an arm around each of his coworkers. "Well, it looks like C.H.E.R.U.B is back in business…kind of."

Little did they know Charlie was secretly listening in on the entire conversation. She was excited about the idea of hiring not one, but three new members to the faculty. But there was one part of the conversation that got her attention, that about happiness. Could that be the key to redemption? That would have to wait for now, for as soon as they came back in, she would welcome the former members of C.H.E.R.U.B to the Hazbin Hotel.