"Uhh, my head" Mason groaned. He tried getting up but couldn't his attempt was stopped by clear ice and he was restricted by something soft. He noticed why, but it confused him even more, in his drunken state he had thought it would be a great idea to sleep in an ice coffin. Worse, it was stupidly cramped, he was restricted by the body of another demon. He was spooning her. He just hoped he still had most of his money left.

Looking closer it was one he knew, but he didn't... It was the demon girl that welcomed him. He couldn't believe himself, first fucking day in hell. A sickening feeling in the back of his head said that he was home. It said that he belong in hell.

The amount of people who said; "I'll see you in hell." Were more than he cared to count and he himself agreed with them, but he didn't believe in religion and therefore hell. He had just humored them as he took their last breath from them. Call it courtesy from one killer to another.

He pulled his arm from under her head and push the coffin door open. He looked around there was nobody until he saw Jayson, but he was under them?

"The fuck." He noticed they were on a glass table. He became wide-eyed and mad, Jayson was laying pantless and with crumbled tissues laying everywhere. The fucker had been jerking off to them! Mason sat up and noticed his underpants at his ankles. He pulled them up and got up from the coffin. He then found his clothes scattered, but couldn't find his gloves. Mason frantically looked around but calmed when he saw he had them on the whole time. He went around to his clothes and got dressed.

He decides to wake the female demon that he had been sleeping with. He was a bit annoyed. He had tipped her 40 dollars and yet... Maybe he was at fault it's not like he remembers much of the night.

"Hey, wake up, you'll catch a cold being in an ice coffin. Can you even get a cold?"

He smirked as he didn't manage to wake her even as he shook her. [Damn, I must have been good .]

Her chest caught his attention. They were exposed and very, very perky but that shouldn't have been enough too... Then it hit him, her chest didn't move! He checked for a heartbeat by having his ear to her chest, not only didn't he find one, but she wasn't even the least bit warm. He had been too tired to notice before but she wasn't warm. She had been frozen to death.

[Now we are even. Jayson saw me fuck and I have killed one of his bargirls... Who am I kidding?]

He needed to get out of there. Mason sneaked out of the bar and was out in the street. There were fewer dead demons littered around. He didn't have a clue where the Happy hotel was, but that doesn't matter he just needs to get away.

[This is a load of bullshit. What a fitting way to start a day in hell.]

His headache irritated him a little, but that is understandable considering the number of empty bottles in that bar. He thinks a bit about that demon he just killed. What a shit way to start one's redemption. He would lie if he said he didn't feel remorse, but she was partly to blame, going for sex in an ice coffin and then sleeping. What did she think was going to happen? Besides, there's overpopulation in hell from what I learned, he did a good thing. Yeah, totally, he did a good thing. A good thing. A good... Fuuuuuuuck... What's done is done. He strangles the guilt in him and focuses now solely on finding the Happy hotel.

He approaches two demons talking. "Eyy, not a step closer." The smaller of the two shouts.

"Easy there, just looking for some directions, know where the Happy Hotel is?" Mason asks holding his hands where they can see them.

"I have a pretty good idea where it is, but I have a hard time remembering." The bigger demon said smirking to himself.

Mason rolls his eyes and pulls a Jackson up from his pocket, that's from his thankfully big stack of dollars.

"Ahh now I remember, if you go back from where you came from and take the first alleyway you see, then- then what, ah I know it but..." The big demon looks gleefully at Mason.

Mason takes a step forward and a grounded wave of ice shoots toward them and instantly freezes them to their knees. The ice grows painfully slow up their legs as Mason talks. "It seems money can't get you to remember clearly then perhaps pain can do a better job." Mason forms a fist with the hand holding the bill. "Now I ask again, do you know where the Happy Hotel is?" Mason looks at them with annoyed eyes and they return with panicked ones as they get more and more frozen.

"Y-you take the first alleyway y-you see and t-t-then a first right then the second left a-a-and you should be on the street where it should b-b-b-be." The big demon says stuttering from the cold.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Mason asks as he leaves them frozen to their hip. Dropping the crumbled 20 dollars and stomping on it as he went away.

Mason follows the demon's directions and finds himself in a brothel district. He became angry but then began to laugh. The "Happy" Hotel, he now understands why the demon thought it would be in the brothel district. "Seeking redemption at the Happy Hotel," Mason mumbles fondly to himself.

Calming himself he looked around. The sheer amount of hookers leave him kinda unnerved. The few places on Earth that could compare in numbers were places where the above-average hooker was a crack addict and the average was also malnourished. They all looked the same on Earth even with different skin colors, their eyes were tired and hopeless.

Ironically it seemed that the hookers here are happier than those on Earth. No one looked malnourished, their eyes were full of life and the mood in the district was weirdly energized as they conversed with each other and genuinely welcomed the one who wanted them.

There were even a few that caught his eye, and who could blame him? They were all diverse and anything that could get you going was here. Long neck? Here. Shortstack? Here. Beast, long limbs, scales, spikes, slime, a fucking literal skull on fire it was all here.

Seeing that this was nothing but temptation and a waste of time, he left. He wondered what would be best, blindly trying to find the Happy Hotel or maybe just learn more of hell.

"Hey, handsome, would you mind if I took a bit of your time?" A female demon asked, knocking Mason out of his thoughts.

"Not interested in a happy time." That was all he said as he began leaving again.

The female demon ran past and stopped in front of him. "I'm a secretary not a lowly bitch, but I'm presently working as a messenger..." she said as her voice became more depressed.

"For who?" Mason asked skeptically, she is too revealing to look like a secretary, but maybe that's just hell.

"For Madame Frances ." She says. Mason raises an eyebrow in confusion, it was a stupid question by him, but she picks up on his questioning face and points to the top floor of a large brothel. Mason sees a female demon with overly designed clothes that looks to be from the renaissance era. The presumable Frances waves at him and he returns the gesture.

"I have the time for an introduction," Mason decided it couldn't hurt and followed the secretary into the building. Once inside he saw demons of all kinds, they were in a line at the reception or following a female or male demon to the many elevators. It is kinda hard to believe that there was an extermination just yesterday.

Mason follows the secretary past everyone and finds himself in front of a special elevator with a sign that said: "Wellcome to the VIP lounge." The bodyguards didn't do any indication to stop or acknowledge them. The elevator opened instantly and they went to the top floor, matter of fact it was the only floor it was capable of going to.

The elevator opened and they stepped out, to find other finely dressed demons. Mason simply followed the secretary's lead and found himself face to face with Frances. "Goodday, gentleman," she said while holding her hand out to him showing her giant ring on her finger.

Mason has only seen that kind of gesture in movies where a man kisses a princess's hand. "Goodday, Madame, I was told you wanted some of my time," Mason says and gently takes her hand and kisses her giant ring.

"Yes, I simply wanted to offer you a job," Frances says with a smile only a demon can love.

"What kind of job?" Mason asks, he doesn't trust her one bit, but he does need a job.

"Not a hard job, I just want you as a servant here in the VIP lounge and you will be rewarded as handsomely as you look," Frances says smiling even more.

If Jayson wasn't exaggerating then that gotta be a significant amount, but the untold bonus of the offer is if he serves the VIP guests there gotta be a chance that they know something about the princess of hell and possibly the Happy Hotel. Of course, she doesn't know that, but that seems too good to be true for him. He doesn't believe that he's only gonna be a waiter this is a brothel, but still.

"Alright, but I won't fuck just anyone... or be fucked for that matter and I also want to pick your brain on something and those VIP guests," Mason states his terms.

"I don't see why not as long it isn't sensitive questions, but I can't speak for the guests."

"Then I'm your humble servant," Mason says and bows as he has seen in renaissance theme films.

"Keep that attitude and I'm sure the ladies would love you to question them, but you still need a lightning course as a servant, so please follow Tina, my secretary."

Mason nods and follows the sexy secretary. And a terrible thought crosses his mind, a secretary looks like that then how does a servant look? They went to a staff-only signed door in the VIP room and inside is a kitchen. They went past the kitchen and found the door to the changing room.

"The butler Sebastian will be teaching you, good luck," Tina says before she leaves.

"Yeah, Yeah," Mason says half-heartedly. He undressed but kept his silver gloves on they weren't going anywhere if he could say something about it. He takes an open-front black vest on and that was it for the upper body, just a fucking vest. At least he was grateful that the uniform was with pants and not like speeders or some shit like that. But they are way too discoish the same as the shoes, but still pants and shoes. So all in all it could be worse.

He goes to a full-body mirror to see how he looked. He still wasn't used to his demon-self, he looked to be in his mid-twenties with very pale blue skin. He wondered if he should rock the circle beard as he did in his early twenties. It would make his naturally sharp inverted triangle face even sharper. But gives up on the thought seeing he didn't grow any facial hair which he decides is for the best seeing he doesn't have to shave anymore, but that did hurt his pride as a man.

A weird headache assaults him and he only noticed a demon behind him after said demon spoke.

"Hello, you must be Mason," A black-suited demon says politely, "What's wrong you look a bit distraught. "

"Oh, nothing really, sir" Mason doesn't know why, but he can't help but be polite to the suited demon.

"Alright then I am sure you have guessed who I am, but I will introduce myself anyhow. I am Sebastian, the butler of Madame Frances and the head of all servants" The demon butler said in a perfect posture that rubbed off Mason.

Mason got kinda irritated, he would bet that it was Sebastian's demon power or something, making him want to straighten his posture and clean his mouth. He intentionally tried to be rude, but still not openly hostile " Yeah well, it's time to do your job." Mason said passive-aggressively.

"Well, firstly I would question your hand accessories, I believe they aren't part of the male servant outfit."

"Well you're right but they aren't coming off," Mason narrowed his eyes.

"I just wanted to inquire if you solemnly want the gloves to be your distinguishes feature from the other servants." Mason inwardly sighed. This Sebastian is too uptight and robotic, it's uncomfortable. " And personally I find it refreshing."

"Thanks?" Mason's sharp eyes relent a bit, it seems like he does have a bit of a personality if only very little.

Mason followed Sebastian to a room full of empty tables with elegant chairs. "First I will teach you the art of table decorations"

If there was sarcasm then Mason didn't catch it, "Yeah, sure, the... art."

It was a lie, Mason was sure of it, he didn't care about the decorations he cared about the process of starting and doing the setting of the table and not the art of folding paper. Sebastian literally beat the posture into Mason and he regretted accepting the job that would start in a few hours.

"Alright now that you have acquired the basics, you will learn teamwork," Sebastian says as if he hasn't just been abusing another demon. Mason shakes his head.

"Fuck it there's no going back now, "

A nasty glint formed in his eyes, "Good I hope you're going to be as enthusiastic in your seduction training." Mason's jaw dropped in disbelief. His anger rose and it got boosted when he saw the small smirk on Sebastian. The temperature lowered in the room, not figuratively but literally.

Mason took a few deep breaths when he looked into Sebastian's eyes. He saw the intensity of it in the eyes reflection, yet Sebastian looked like he was seeing the most interesting thing in hell.

Mason turned around "If I have to lap dance anyone then you'll have an ice solid customer." He looked at the corner of his eyes to see Sebastian chuckling lightly.

"I would believe we can find a few demons with that kink," Sebastian admitted.

"Whatever." Mason isn't ever gonna admit it, but he was actually beginning to like Sebastian. First, he thought the other was a stuck-up, pompous, supercilious asshole, but he has learned a little bit from the other. Sebastian is a serious, hardworking demon and perhaps a bit sadistic, but he does a stick up his ass. The main problem is that Mason has a sneaking suspicion that he is gay and he is taking advantage of his position, but hey, this is hell and as long Mason doesn't get hit on, it is all good.