AN: Looks like I managed to get in one last chapter before the holidays. I'm not going to work on either of my two current fics for the holidays. I'll be back to working on "Turn Back Time" about a week after New Years. I might have a one shot done if I find free time, but for now its going to be a small break for me. I also started posting some of my fics on wattpad if you want check them out there as well. Might due a Reader x Octavia or Reader x Loona fic for fun at some point in the future.
Merry Christmas to you all. God Bless and enjoy the New Year.
PS: If I got any of the Thai translations wrong please forgive me
Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel.
Millie arrived into the viewing room with her husband and the others just as Blitzo and Octavia said their goodbyes to Stolas. She wasn't ashamed to say she wept hard upon hearing the princess' singing to her deceased father. It almost made her want to call her own folks just to say how much she loved them. Afterward, the funeral pretty much went by as expected for the high class. Many fancy speeches from essential members of society from Baal to Mafisto to Lucifer himself, everyone lining up to say any final farewells, and then watching the casket be taken away to the family tombs to rest. She had never seen Blitzo cry so much in all her life when Stolas was finally buried.
It only made her want to pay the murderers even more.
While she wasn't as close to Stolas as Blitzo was, he had become part of the I.M.P. family in her eyes. Both due to this sponsorship as well as his constant kindness to the group. Maybe at first, it was just about getting Biltzo to like him, but Millie believed that Stolas had come to see all of them as friends over time. During the post-burial reception, Millie and her group were soon interrupted thanks to a call from her cousin, Vinny.
Millie wasn't ashamed to say her family were criminals. Growing up poor, you had to find some way to make a living, especially in a place like the Ring of Wrath, where violence was almost an everyday occurrence. Hell, Millie was an assassin for a long time before even joining I.M.P. Thus, connections were essential to know, and Vinny was one of the best transporters out there. She had hoped her cousin could give her a lead on the transporter they suspected had a hand in Stolas's death, and, thankfully, he came through.
"The guy's name is Aran. He used to be a transporter for smuggling drugs, guns, criminals, and even sex slaves back in Thailand before he ended up crashing off a cliff in a chase against the authorities," Vinny said on Millie's phone via the speaker. "He's been in Hell for about forty years, and he's got a good reputation for taking any kind of job so long as the pay is good. I recognize the plates and car because the asshole took a job I wanted a few months back. I just double-checked to make sure I had my info right before I called you."
"Any idea where he lives?" Millie asked.
"Ironhorn District in Imp City. Not sure where exactly, but maybe I can spread rumors of a job that needs doing, and he'll come to you. I've already emailed you his contact info. That should be your ticket to nabbing the guy," Vinny suggested. "Just make sure you don't let him know I did this. Snitches in the transportation business don't last long, and I'm only doing this cause you're one of my favorite cousins, Mills."
"Thanks, Vin! See you at the family reunion next year," Millie said before hanging up. She turned to her boss, husband, Loona, and Blitzo's siblings, who were all using a guest bedroom in the palace for privacy. "What do you think?"
"Remind me to give you a bonus later, Millie," Blitzo said, arms crossed as he stared outside the window.
"Um, thanks, boss," Millie said, but he didn't smile or laugh. It wasn't a surprise, either. After Stolas had been buried, Blitzo had all but gone stoic while only speaking when he was spoken to. "A-Anyway, I think we should go with Vinny's plan. We fake a job for Aran, and he comes to us. That way, we can interrogate him and get the names of those other assassins and who hired them."
"So how do we go about that?" Loona asked, tilting her head. "Lure him to a spot where we can nab him and beat him for information?"
"Pretty much, but we're going to need someone to act as the client hiring him. We can't use me because, if this is the same guy, he's seen my face," Blitzo answered, turning away from the window and facing his team. "Moxxie and Millie might be noticed as well because they're on the ads we put out. Loona, I'm not endangering you- and that's final!" Loona closed her mouth and pouted. "So we'll need to use someone else."
"Ahem?" Everyone turned their attention to Barbie, who grinned. "I think I can be of use here."
"Barbie, you don't have to-"
"Blitzo, please, this isn't the first time I've had to risk my life on something dangerous. Besides, I can handle myself," Barbie said, proudly.
Sighing, Blitzo nodded. "Alright, we can talk more about this at the office. We'll leave in a few minutes. I have to...talk to Octavia for a bit."
The others nodded as Blitzo left the room. Millie walked over to Barbie and asked, "You sure you're up for this?"
"Sure, I'm a great actor and a liar. Like that time, I managed to trick Dad and the rest of the circus crew into thinking that Blitzo was the one who got the elephants drunk and got them to go on a rampage across the circus," Barbie proudly stated.
"Wait, that was you?" Tillie asked in surprise. "Blitzo had to clean the pens for a full year because of that."
"Well, it does help that Blitzo was blitzed out himself that day from his ex-girlfriend dumping him," Barbie chuckled. "They found him with his pants down while drinking moonshine and humping a hay pile, thinking it was his ex coming back to him."
Moxxie and Millie giggled as the former turned to his wife. "Remind me to ask his sisters for more stories on the boss for blackmail."
"Ditto."
With the funeral finally over, Octavia was finally allowed a moment of peace for herself. Her mother kept insisting that they needed to talk, but she told her it could be done in the morning. It had been a hassle accepting all the sympathies from demons Octavia never met in her life or didn't care to meet. Some she could tell were sorry for her father's death, but others she could tell were just acting with crocodile tears and false platitudes. Some days she wished she was never born into a noble life.
Sitting in her father's office, on his very chair, it now occurred to Octavia that she was now the head of her family according to Hell's law. She knew that one day such a thing would happen, but she didn't expect it for at least a few hundred or so years. Octavia knew that her struggles were only going to just begin as everyone would want to see what course she went with her new political power. Was she going to continue her father's work and policies or go a different route? Who was going to try and butter her up for an alliance? Who was going to try and sucker her into a trap to boost their own power? Not to mention she would get hundreds of requests for marriage by every noble family in Hell just to become a part of the Goetia bloodline. Her father's own branch held a lot of money, prestige, and magical artifacts that more ambitious arcane masters would kill for.
There were going to be many disappointed demons out there as Octavia had no desire to be dressed in a wedding gown anytime soon. Unlike her own mother had been telling her to take finding a marriage partner seriously since she was sixteen, even though her own marriage was a poor one to laugh at. At least her father told her she could love whoever she wanted.
"Not even one day as Head, and already I feel the need to drink," Octavia muttered as she closed her eyes to try and get some rest before the door opened. Groaning, she yelled, "Come in!"
Blitzo soon entered with a bottle of wine and two glasses as Octavia couldn't help but smile. "How'd you know?"
"You had the same expression Stolas had whenever he had to deal with the bullshit nobility," Blitzo said as he walked up to the table and started pouring. The two demons gave a silent 'cheers' before tapping glasses and drinking it up in one gulp.
"Ahh, I needed that," Octavia muttered in relief. She turned to Blitzo, already pouring another glass, and said, "Loona told me earlier you had a lead?"
"Yeah, one of two," Blitzo answered as he took another drink. "My twin's going to help with this one involving the guy that might have been the assassin's transporter. I kinda hate asking her for this, but since the four of us at I.M.P are kinda famous..."
"Yeah, I get it," Octavia whispered as she stared into her wine glass and started swirling it. "Promise me you'll kill them...all of them." Her eyes began to glow a mix of purple and red. "I don't care who it is, and I don't give a fuck about their reasoning. I want them all to suffer."
"Trust me, I plan to," Blitzo answered as he took another sip. "We're going to need money and resources for this. So..."
"Whatever you want, it's yours," Octavia answered quickly. "Money. Guns. Information. I'll even summon my dad's...well, my legions if I need to."
"Thanks, Octavia," Blitzo replied as he finished his glass and put it down. "I should get going. I don't want people to start thinking rumors about us, and I need to plan our next move. I'll text you tomorrow on how much money we'll need."
Blitzo was about halfway to the door when Octavia stood up, "Blitzo, wait!" He turned around. "Thank you. Both to you and your family. Sometimes it seems like you are the only ones that really care about...my dad."
Blitzo nodded and winked at Octavia. "Just keep being you, kid. You'll be alright. Give me a call if you need anything."
With that said, Blitzo walked out of the office and closed the door behind him. Getting up, Octavia walked over to the nearby balcony with her drink and stared up at the stars. She looked for a bit before spotting a specific one that she needed to see: her father's star. He always told her that everyone was born under a special star, and he always used to point out his own, Octavia's, her mother's, and even Blitzo's in the sky.
Her father's star was shining bright, and despite knowing that her father's soul was no more now, she couldn't help but wonder if he was still up there in that star.
Looking down upon her like he always promised he would.
***Two Days Later***
If Barbie was honest, she found what she was doing to be kind of exciting. Being a famous circus performer had its perks, such as wealth and fame, but sometimes doing the same thing repeatedly was boring. She honestly envied her twin brother, who was always going out into the human world to assassinate targets various demons wanted dead. It sounded like something out of an exciting cartoon based on all the ridiculous tales he and her hellhound niece told them whenever they met.
"Barbie, you ready? It's almost time for him to meet you," Blitzo alerted on her cellphone.
"I'm ready, Bro," Barbie said, holding the suitcase in her hands. "You guys ready at the site?"
"We're in position, Aunt Barbie," Loona said, on the line. "Just don't fuck it up."
"Please, fucking up is Blitzo's forte. I'm the one who's always perfect," Barbie smirked.
"Love you too, bitch," Blitzo stated before he ended the call.
Barbie put her phone away just as a white sedan slowly stopped in front of her. The window slowly came down, revealing a green goblin looking figure with shades and a hoodie. "You Barbie Wire?" he asked with a Thai accident.
"Yup, you Aran?" she asked.
"I am. Get in."
Barbie nodded and got inside, making sure to keep her suitcase close to her. Soon as she buckled up, Aran looked at her and asked. "You got the cash?" Reaching into her jacket's pocket, she pulled out a wad of bills, courtesy of Octavia, that Aran took and started checking before nodding in satisfaction. "Alright, before we go, I need to know what I'm transporting besides you. If it's too dangerous, I'm out."
Smirking, Barbie opened up the case, and Aran's eyes widened. "Are those...bibles?"
"Yup," Barbie said, shutting the case. "Not the hellish ones too. Genuine Christian bibles from the living world. I don't believe in that stuff, being hell-born and all, but there are plenty of new sinners out there who come here thinking if they praise Jesus enough, they'll get forgiven for their sins. Of course, such things are highly illegal in Hell, but I got contacts that can get them fresh." Such as a twin brother with a portal to the human realm. "Get enough desperate folks to pay for them, and you'll find yourself getting a hundred grand a week."
"I didn't think a circus performer would be involved in a scam like this," Aran said, eyebrows raised.
"I owe a big loan to an Overlord, and that's all I'm saying," Barbie said, turning away with a huff.
"Regardless, getting caught with a bible is a serious crime. This is more dangerous than I was expecting," Aran muttered with a heavy sigh. "Not the most dangerous job I've taken this month, ถ้าฉันซื่อสัตย์, but still. So I'll be requiring double the payment when we get to your location."
"Sure thing," Barbie answered, pulling out a more giant wad of cash as Aran started driving. "I figured you might say that."
It took two hours to get from one side of Imp City to the other, where they found themselves in one of the more impoverished areas: Everhorn Falls. Nothing had been said between Aran and Barbie in those hours driving. The goblin-like sinner had given her a few looks now and then, but Barbie kept herself from looking like she noticed anything.
"Are we close?" Aran asked, looking around the shitting housing apartments. "I don't like this. I stick out like a sore thumb in this car."
"Relax, it's around the corner and the first house on the left," Barbie answered as she took out her cell phone and started texting it.
"What are you doing?" Aran demanded, narrowing his eyes.
"Letting my client know we're almost there, duh," Barbie answered, rolling her eyes.
"Hmph," Aran huffed before he followed the instructions. He started making his way towards a ruined looking house with boarded-up windows, holes in the roof, and graffiti everywhere. "Okay, we're here."
"Head into the garage," Barbie ordered.
Muttering a few curses in Thai, Aran made his way towards the open garage, which looked almost ready to collapse in a second. Once he was inside, he turned to Barbie for his pay when the sound of a gun's hammer being clicked echoed in the dark garage. Aran turned around and saw the barrel of a gun pointing right between his eyes. Blitzo, right in front of his open window, glared at him with a look that could kill. "Don't even move, shithead."
Aran slowly made for his stick to reverse until he felt a second gun pressed against his head. "You better do what my brother says," Barbie said, with her own gun. "He wants to discuss your last job a few days ago, and he's very itching to talk to you about how you almost ran him over."
Aran looked at both imps and closed his eyes. "เชี่ย."
If one were to pass by one of the desecrated houses on the streets of Everhorn Falls, you wouldn't be surprised to hear the sounds of screaming from inside. In this section of Imp City, the sounds of such things, along with gunfire, angry shouts, and bombs going off, was actually normal to the point that the imps living in the area didn't bother to do anything about it. It was one reason why Blitzo made this place their prime torturing area so they could be left undisturbed by civilians or police. After having Loona drive his sister home, Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie went to work on getting the info they needed, with their boss telling them to hold nothing back.
Naturally, Aran didn't say anything at first, which was okay with Blitzo. He had a lot of anger inside that he really wanted to let loose on this punk.
The transporter ended his silence the moment Blitzo and his team went full CIA Black Ops on his ass. Nails in the fingers, sending electricity to his balls, tearing out his teeth with pillars, sawing off his horns, chopping off his tail, and even shoving a few needles into his toenails had him screaming so much that halfway through the session, he lost his voice. Four hours of non-stop agony as all three imps held nothing back, with not a single imp outside the house coming in to check on the screams.
Forcing water into his throat to help him recover, Blitzo nearly drowned Aran before tossing the bottle away. Aran gasped for air while continuing to whimper. His body had been brutally butchered to the point where he could barely move as a puddle of blood, piss, and shit from his bowels lay around him.
Blitzo, wiping his hands of blood and water, tossed the rag to Moxxie's face, who took it off in disgust. "Alright, Aran, if you think that I'm getting tired, then you are mistaken. I'm just warming up. I'm thinking maybe we should try the blow torcher on your ass next before using bleach on it. Then again, I happen to think scissors chopping off one of your ears would do wonders for your hearing. Or maybe that hacksaw we got over there can be useful as we can use it on one of your hands. You only need one to play with yourself, after all." He turned to his assistants. "What do you two think?"
Moxxie rubbed his chin. "I have always wanted to see what hellfire does to a goblin's butt. I hear they're so oily in the skin they light up like a Christmas tree."
"Ohh! I want a hacksaw! I've always wanted to see if I can break my record of how long it takes to saw off a limb!" Millie proclaimed with stars in her eyes and a devilish smile.
"Hmm, I think Millie has the right idea," Blitzo stated as he started acting like he was sawing his own hand with an invisible one while making sawing sounds. "I wonder how many cuts it takes to cut off the bone. Fifty? Sixty? I'm aiming to go real slow to find out."
"หยุด! หยุดนะ!"Aran shouted. "Just kill me already , please!"
"Not until you tell me what I want to know," Blitzo said, getting into his face. "Tell me, or else I'll let Millie her start sawing you apart limb from limb starting with your dick!"
Sobbing, Aran slowly looked down and closed his eyes. After a few more deep breaths, he finally nodded. "Fine...what do you want to know?"
"Who hired you," Blitzo demanded, forcing him to look up with his hand around his neck. "I want their names!"
"I don't know their real names. They gave code names instead," Aran answered, shaking his head. "They claimed they were part of some group of 'true demons' who wanted to destroy the Hazbin Hotel system."
"Hazbin Hotel?" Blitzo asked, letting go and raising an eyebrow. Millie and Moxxie also looked at each other in surprise. "What does Hazbin Hotel have to do with assassinating Prince Stolas?"
"From what I heard from those guys, it was about sending a message to Princess Charlie," Aran answered, hoarsely. "Prince Stolas was one of Hazbin Hotel's biggest backers. They wanted him dead along with anyone involved in the project, including Princess Charlie."
"Wait, these guys are also going after Princess Charlie? Lucifer's daughter?!" Moxxie asked in disbelief. " That's crazy! Not even the most insane Overlords would go after her in risking his wraith! Especially since half of Hell loves her for her successes! The Extermination Days are no longer happening every year because of her!"
"Yeah, well, what do you expect from a bunch of zealots? These guys are nutjobs. They believe that Hell has gotten too soft in their efforts to strike back at Heaven and that Charlie's efforts to redeem the souls of the damned are weakening Hell. That her 'hotels' are an affront to Satan, and they want to burn them down along with everyone associated with her," Aran continued, snorting. "They have to have major high-class backing as well. The money that was offered to me was way too much for these guys to have. They have to have a major backer, or maybe several."
Blitzo narrowed his eyes. "Do you know who these backers are?"
"No," Aran answered, lowering his head. "I just took the money and didn't ask any questions."
"Where did you pick them up and drop them off after the hit?" Millie asked.
"Somewhere outside of Imp City, by a train station. I don't know where they are from originally," Aran answered.
"Anything you can tell us about them? Gender? Demon type?" Blitzo asked as he took out his pistol.
"They're all kinds—imp, hellhound, goblin, infernal, sinners, devil, and so forth. I was supposed to assist them with other hits, but I backed out when I learned that Prince Stolas got assassinated. Should have fucking known something like this would happen afterward..."
"Yeah, you should have," Blitzo answered as he fired a shot into Aran's face. His head exploded with a hole right through his skull and went limp as Blitzo spat on his corpse.
For a while, all three imps said nothing to each other as they stared at the dead transporter before them. "So, now what?" Moxxie asked.
"We know we're dealing with something bigger than a single assassination," Blitzo answered as he put his gun away. "Stolas was just a message...a fucking message, and Hazbin Hotel is the real target."
"Didn't he also mention that there are going to be other hits as well?" Millie asked, frowning. "Stolas might have been their first hit."
"I'm going to talk to Charlie and see if she can tell us if she's gotten any threats recently," Stolas said, rubbing his forehead. "Not to mention, she might be able to warn others about this group of radicals."
"Still seems like we're kinda back at square one, Boss," Millie pointed out. "We still don't know any of the real names of these assassins or where they work. We don't even know who's backing them."
"No, but we know this is a group, we know high ranking players are involved, have a goal of destroying the Hazbin Hotel system, and that these guys are going to strike again. This might not seem like much, but it's giving us a step in the right direction," Blitzo answered as he started making his way for the door. "We can also still go by the gun angle Loona provided for us with those photos. I know someone who can help us there. I'm on my way to head to the hotel. Contact Octavia and let her know what we found out as well. Maybe she's heard something since she lives in the nobles circle."
"What do you want us to do with the body, Sir?" Moxxie asked before a shovel was tossed in his direction. "Of course..."
"You know, I find it strange that a place that is supposed to help you get over your sins has a bar in it," Blitzo said as Husk poured him another drink. "How do you deal with alcoholics?"
"Apparently, going cold turkey with your drinking habits isn't the way to go," Husk answered with a shrug. "You gotta slowly stop drinking slowly, drink less and less until you finally give it up altogether without backlash. It's healthier for you. Plus, it's here as a test to avoid temptation."
"Sounds boring," Blitzo muttered.
"Yeah, well, we all got our vices, and our job is to make sure you ditch them. Besides, more booze for me," Husk answered as he drank his own mug of cheap beer. "So why'd ya come back anyway? Are you thinking of signing up for this place? You'd be the first since pretty much all our original reservations for Imp City backed out after what happened a few days ago."
"No, trust me, I'm the last person Heaven's gonna want roaming around in their clouds," Blitzo snorted, shaking his head. "Besides, I've got a few bastards to kill."
"Any of them have to do with that prince getting killed? From what your daughter told me that day, you two were pretty close," Husk asked, leaning forward on the bar table.
"Yeah," Blitzo muttered as he pushed his drink aside. "You ever realize you had something, but then you lose it, and it's too late to change anything because they aren't there anymore?"
"All the time," Husk snorted. "That's why I eventually stopped giving a shit. Well, until Alastor forced me to work at this hotel thing. Now I only stop giving a shit sometimes. "
"Good to know this kind of place can change a swell guy like you," Blitzo muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, well fuck you too," Husk replied, flipping the bird. He then leaned a bit to the left and nodded. "Hey, boss."
"Hey, Husk," Charlie said as she walked over to the bar and sat down. "Bloody Mary please?"
While Husk got to work on her drink, Charlie turned to Blitzo and smiled. "I wasn't expecting to see you soon, Mr. Blitzo."
"Call me, Blitzo. The 'O' is silent," The imp said, finishing his drink. "The mister part makes me sound old. And I'm surprised you're not back in Pentagram City."
"Vaggie wanted us to go back, but ever since...the incident a few days ago, a lot of the staff quit out of fear. Including the original manager for this hotel," Charlie sighed as she accepted the drink. "So I'm holding the fort down here while trying to get it back up and running. Hopefully, in a few days or weeks, demons will start coming here again." He took a few sips before continuing, "Prince Stolas and I worked hard to get a Hazbin Hotel set up in here, and I don't want to see his work go to waste."
"...Actually, that's the reason why he was killed, Princess," Blitzo said, surprising both Charlie and Husk. "Mind if we talk in private?"
"Um, sure," She turned to her bartender and asked, "Husk? Could you-"
"Eh, I'm about to go on my break anyway," Husk said as he took out a cigarette and made his way out the room. However, a quick little pink and red blur zipped over and it out of his mouth.
"No smoking in the hotel, Husk!" Niffty shouted as she rushed down the hall.
"Damnit, you little shit! Come back here!" Huks shouted as he rushed after the one-eyed demon.
Charlie chuckled a bit before turning to Blitzo. "Please, go on."
Sighing, Blitzo reached over and grabbed one of the liquor bottles before sinking his lips into it for a bit. When he finished, he said, "My team and I managed to find one of the guys involved in Stolas's...death. One of their drivers, actually. He was hired by some group of crazies who want to take down the Hazbin Hotel. Not just this one, but all of them. They're against the idea of demons repenting and going to Heaven. They think it's making Hell weak and going against whatever their vision of Hell is supposed to be. That 'real demons' wouldn't be seeking redemption and all that."
"I see," Charlie said but didn't go further, which made Blitzo raise his eyebrow a bit.
"They got some deep pockets supporting them too," Blitzo continued, keeping his eye on her. "I don't know if these backers believe in this fundamentalist Hell stuff or just use them as useful idiots for some other purpose or whatnot. So I need to ask if you've gotten any threats at all from demons demanding you end your redemption business."
Blitzo wasn't expecting a snort before full-on harsh laughter came from Charlie as she took a deep gulp of her Bloody Mary. Sighing, she slammed it against the bar and put her hands into her hair, covering her face. "Threats? I've been getting those the day I actually started succeeding, Blitzo. When I managed to redeem Angel Dust and a handful of other demons, they started sending letters and even bombs to my hotel, hoping to scare or kill me. Negative campaigns on the news and Hellnet spread everywhere, attacking my friends and me. Saying things like I sacrifice demon babies to Heaven to spare me from the Exterminations or that I was cheating on Vaggie with others. There was this really annoying one from Katie Killjoy, who tried to make it look like I was a bastard child from an affair between my dad and Mrs. Von Eldritch."
Charlie chuckled a bit before lifting her head and stared at Blitzo with such tired and weary eyes that it made her look older than she was to Blitzo. "That's not even counting all the times I had to deal with crazy Overlords trying to kill me either because of my actions hurting their business or because they had a bone to pick with Alastor. Vox, Valentino, and Velvet were the worst of the bunch. So, yes, I've had to deal with enemies trying to ruin everything I did to try and save my people from being killed every year without a damn fucking thing to do about it."
Blitzo swore he saw her eyes turn a bit more demonic the moment she cursed but held his tongue to let her continue.
"But you know what happened? I proved them all wrong in the end," Charlie proclaimed with a wide smile. "Everyone laughed at me when I said that demons could change. Everyone then tried to stop me when I proved it. They're still trying, even right now, because you know what Angel Dust told me what I had done when he finally got white wings? He told me I brought something Hell hadn't seen in a long time. I brought change."
She smiled as she looked up over the bar where a painting of the first Hazbin Hotel could be seen. "I managed to get Angel Dust to accept his own faults and be his real self, free from Valentino's abuse and his self-hate of himself. Even though he's redeemed, he stays here in Hell because Angel wants to help others find that inner happiness he has. Alastor, the one demon everyone feared, is now in Heaven because I made him care about others except for himself. Even Husk, Nifty, and a few others I know have managed to slowly change for the better. All of them are more than just my friends. They're my family. And every demon that turns into an angel, who smiles as they head up to Heaven, is part of my family as well. Seeing them happy and free is what keeps me going because I've never given up then, and I'm not going to give up now."
She stared at Blitzo with a smile as the imp raised an eyebrow. "Um, you do know I was just asking for names, right? Not a dramatic and heartfelt speech about, your struggles."
"Oh," Charlie said, eyes widened while blushing. "Um, sorry?"
"No, no," Blitzo said, waving his hand. "It's fine. Just...wasn't expecting that."
"Um, but yeah, to answer your question, there are a lot of people I can name. None of them that stand out," Charlie answered, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry, wish I could be of more help."
"Well, if what that guy I interrogated told me was true, then they aren't going to stop coming after you or those associated with you," Blitzo pointed out as he got off his seat. "I would alert all your hotels, staff, and associates about this. What happened to Stolas might happen to them or you next."
Charlie nodded as she got up. "I'll send a message to everyone in the mor-" Suddenly, Charlies' phone started ringing as she picked it up and answered it. "Angel? I'm kinda busy can you... WHAT?!"
Before Blitzo could ask what happened, Charlie quickly reached for the bar's remote and turned on the TV nearby. She flipped over to the news where, much to both their shocks, an emergency headline was shown:
"CEO and Philanthropist Dastromos and Family slaughtered in their sleep! Angel Weapons suspected to be involved."
Blitzo heard Charlie's phone fall from her hand as she stared at the TV screen with tears starting to form in her eyes. It didn't take Blitzo long to realize that the assholes who killed Stolas had struck another target associated with Hazbin Hotel.
And it looked like they weren't going to be stopping anytime soon.
Thai Translations:
ถ้าฉันซื่อสัตย์ = If I'm honest
เชี่ย = Shit
หยุด! หยุดนะ! = Stop! Stop it!