It took about two hours for Alastor to get home. The diplomatic talks took so long that Stolas offered the deer demon a ride, and he couldn't really refuse. The three Overlords were booked in the back continuing their negotiations. Stolas, an original Prince of Hell, hosted them at a third of his usual size in order to fit in with his smaller guests. Meanwhile Velvet recorded the entire happenings between them at a constant pace. As the ruler of Wonderland visual proof was a constant need for reassurance. When they reached the perimeter of the Hotel they could hear the deep throbbing of the music.

"It sounds like you live with good company Alastor," Stolas quipped. "You ought to invite us over if such festivities are happening."

"What if he's already inside?" Velvet rolled down the window to get a better listen. "Being in two places at once? I'm like that sometimes, I think?"

"It sounds kinky in there." The bird's beak was already covered in drool. "Yes you are a worthy member of our association."

"Well I'm sure my fellow friends are having a wonderful time," Alastor laughed it off. "But, this sounds like a problem. I'll go in and see to the tunes. It's been a pleasure, as always."

"If I remember I'll go visit Rosie," Velvet waved him off. "Hope she'll be feeling better."

"Yes, of course." Alastor went through the front door and made his way into the ballroom. Now, for decades he had entertained a league of strange and hedonistic folk. However, his usual calm took a heavy blow upon viewing the place. The landscape was various shades of red and white. The sounds of moans and screams wormed into his ears. The stench was as one would expect, putrid. The images he took into his soul were indescribable and barely even drawable. But he did see Bassmaster, still playing with the same momentum as when he started. The hulk returned the stare. The sight of a man not falling for his hypnotic beat was just as scarring.

"What do you think you're doing old man?" he asked in his booming voice. "Do you not hear the power of this beat?"

"Yes indeedy good sir," Alastor replied. "And I must say I love your passion even if your music is, how shall I say it, vulgar?"

"You say that now, but soon you will understand the beat. You will feel its freeing energy, and you will dance until you're dead. This is what Bassmaster has decreed."

"Ohoho. That's not possible my dear friend." Alastor snapped his fingers, and the hotel shifted to his tune. A pair of dials clicked in his eyes. "The only one having any chance of dying today is you."

For a second the room distorted under Alastor's terrifying influence, but Bassmaster stood his ground and hit him with a wub. Like a brass counterattack a wave of jazz music drowned out the sound of the EDM and hit the man, but he held his ground and pumped up the volume. The wubs and kicks pulsed across the hotel, silencing the brass beat by beat. Alastor countered with heavier treble and string instruments and then, with a twist of fate, the jazz matched with the rhythm to compliment it, make it flow well, but it was all under Alastor's will.

Bassmaster shot some lyrics to change the tune. "You thought for a moment that you would get on it, but you only try to defy my incoming enthronement!"

The sound started to fit toward the Bassmaster's vision but Alastor rolled around with his vocal queue. "You barge in and pretend to be the king, but how can be when you have no swing?" Alastor marched up to the stage. "You see I'm the true offspring of Broadway and Duke Elling, and you can't deny my passion when I sing!"

The shift in the music back into Alastor's favor and soon was overpowering the rap. Bassmaster's setup had its limits, but Alastor's legion of players pushed past their limits and started tearing away at the stage. With one last blare of their horns the amplifiers burst into flames and the mixing deck was torn back. The stage exploded and Bassmaster was blown to pieces..

"My music...is….eternal..." His voice echoed away into nothing.

When the music stopped the crowd broke away from it stupor. Various demons came back to reality and were greeted by the partners that they had enjoyed a wonderful night with. Awkward silence and coughing ensued. Without music everyone seemed less attractive.

"Uh, Vaggie," Charlie said. She had returned to her normal form, but was now sporting a redness harsher than any imp. "Vaggie snap out of it. We're in trouble."

Vaggie groaned. It was as if everything was a dream and Charlie was some hallucination trying to ruin her shuddering afterglow. She leaned up nonetheless and hung on to Charlie. "What is it hon? What are you talking about...oh shit." The two covered themselves in shame. Hundreds of people were staring, though they had no place to judge given they were in the same spot. A pair of robes popped over them and helped them out.

"Now now, that's not very ladylike of you two," Alastor stated, approaching with his eyes clothes. "The same goes for all of you too."

"Yeah, party's over," Angel added, standing tall and proud but completely crusted over from all of the fluids. His fur was gelled everywhere. "Everyone scram before the Radio Demon gets you."

This threat prompted enough people to dive out of the hotel by the hundreds. Demons filed out of the ballroom and out the front door where Husk, more defeated than he had ever looked, led them out. A small imp blew him a kiss on the way out and he gagged. Niffty watched from the stairs, seemingly untouched from the whole experience with a shallow frown on her face.

Cherri and Angel stood over the chunky remains of Bassmaster and blinked. "So does this mean you're gonna be in trouble?" Cherri asked. "I'm sure he wasn't brought back for a one night show."

"Eh, doesn't matter now," Angel said, but then realized it did. "Hey Al, can you fix him up?"

"No need, I'm already prepared." Voodoo symbols surrounded the deer demon as an energy shot up from the remains into Alastar. He pulled in Bassmaster's severed arm and shook it before he was reassembled. It was a binding contract with presumed but not expressed consent.

When the energy dissipated Bassmaster was brought to his knees. Alastor stood over him. "My good sir your soul has a lot of backbone to it. I hope you'll provide backup music for me once in awhile."

"The Bass..." he groaned. "The Bass will...will never...screw it. I'm tired." He pulled himself back up. This was the way of Hell after all. Back near a pile of crispy bodies an exhausted and infuriated Synthia dragged herself across the floor ready to snuff out an annoying pest when Bassmaster blocked her path.

"Out of the way fatass." She snarled. "I outta blow you away for what you've done to me. Do you know who I am?"

"No, but Bassmaster understands this world a little more," he said. "To know that people other than Valentino are out there is informative. Come, I wish to see your boss." He picked her up and stomped out the door. Synthia collapsed in his arms. At the least, she'll get the credit for bringing him in.

The next day Angel had a list of chores prepared for him. Alastor had fixed the reception room and some of the hallways but left the ballroom for Angel to handle. A request from the head of staff.

"I can't believe you let that creep into the hotel," Vaggie grumbled. "And don't think that we're going to pay for this too."

"I swear Angel," Charlie said, handing him another bottle of adhesive. "I thought you were actually try to be good for me."

"I was! Didn't you see me being heroic and shit. I thought about you a lot at that moment."

"According to Niffty you broke a priceless vase and then rolled over it." Vaggie had visual proof too. "You were probably waiting for the right moment to look cool. Putos hombres.

"Still, thanks for thinking about me." Charlie gave a warm smile. Angel was about to return it but the scolding had to go on. "But you've overstayed your treatment. If you want to keep staying you're gonna have to help around the place

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Angel grumbled back. He reapplied the wallpaper at the back of the ballroom. "See if I ever help you two again."

Cherri came back in with a box in hand. "Hey I dropped by your studio. Look who I found." A little red pig popped out of the box. Angel dropped everything.

"Fat Nuggets my little sweetie!" the spider picked him up. "Mean ol' Val didn't do anything to you did he? Oh you little humble bumble you."

"Well nobody said you were fired so looks like you're still indebted." Cherri leaned on the wall, trying not to look at Vaggie. No responsibility for her.

"Aw who cares about that when my little piggy is here?" Angel continued to baby the little teacup pig and as more people came in they did the same thing. No work got done that day as everyone became distracted by the pig.

Back at XXX Porno Studios, Valentino sat at his desk with a phone in one hand and a pistol in the other. "What do you mean our negotiations with Stolas broke down?"

"Apparently he's been talking to other parties and is choosing a side," Vox replied from his estate. "Velvet looks to be double dealing as well. Alastor must've made contact with them at some point."

"That little bitch," Val snarled. "That's the last time we protect her. Still, I have my man in place. He's very talented."

"Yes I heard. Is Synthia doing well?"

"Yes of course. A little bit of forceful play won't bring baby girl down that easily."

"Good. I'll be visiting Belial in a couple of days. The current alliance should be sufficient but I want some muscle for next month. It looks like we're going to have heavier than expected resistance."

"We'll see how their influence actually pans out."

"You control the vertical. I control the horizontal." Vox swung around in his office chair and turned on the tv to watch the new. A sensational news story was going on about an orgy at the Happy Hotel with scandalous nudes of the Princess of Hell. "That reminds me. I need to get in contact with that inventor. See if he's interested in a show idea I have."