A.N: I don't know much about hazbin hotel. I've just read fanfics about it and helluva boss. Anyways, enjoy the first chapter of my first ever fanfic about hazbin hotel.

"AHHHH!!" I screamed as i went through portals and more portals. Each having their own personality and colors. Some were happy, but some were also just downright terrifying.

I'm currently free falling to what looks like hell. Y'know, red sky, red ground, red everything. That's the theme of hell, isn't it? Anyways, How i got here? I don't know to be honest. I was in my bathroom, brushing my teeth when suddenly, a damn fuckin' demon emerged from my mirror and pulled me through. Let me tell you, It was NOT pleasant

"Oh shit, oh shit, OH. SHIT!" i screamed loudly as the clouds departed revealing a tall building. I readied myself for the impact with my arms protecting my face. It was a desperate attempt really. You couldn't survive a fall this high, and i knew that.

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1- BOOM!!

Impact came and i went through several floors. Leaving a bunch of holes the shape of myself on every room and floor. I finally went through the otherside of the building and crashed against the cold flat pavement. Dust spewed to the air, a very large crater formed below me, and a crack formed near the crater a meter long.

I groaned heavily and clutched my stomach. Pain was surging in every bits and parts of my body. A pain so high that i never felt before. I don't know how i'm not dead nor do i know why i don't have any gashes or anything related to physical damage. My body... Was completely fine. Except for the excruciating pain i'm feeling right now.

"Holy mother fuck!" I exclaimed once more, still clutching my stomach and trying to gain my breathing back.

A bunch of people went and came to see all the commotion i have caused, some getting really close. When i opened my eyes, i was greed by a bunch of horror-filled freakes of nature. Hell borne, monsters... DEMONS!

"Holy jesus ever fucking christ!" I scrambled to my feet, though suprisingly easy. The creatures before me spoke or mumbled to each other. Some where really blunt about their comments.

"Is that- is that a fuckin' human?"

"Jesus look at that fuckin' meat!!"

"Let's get em' boys!"

"OH FUCK ME!" Inside my head, I exclaimed with alarm and promptly changed direction, breaking into a sprint. The demons before me exhibited a startling variety of bizarre features, including some with spider-like legs, antlers, and other peculiar animalistic attributes.

Panting heavily, I pressed on, my pace gradually diminishing as the relentless pursuit weighed me down. "Shit, i gotta get out of here. Fuck, am i seriously in hell right now?!"

I zigzagged through a labyrinth of streets and alleyways, surprised by the urban landscape that closely resembled earthly cities. It was astonishing to find such familiar surroundings in Hell. I thought it'd be only magma, a bunch of guts, blood and other human parts hanging from chains. Not this. Though i'm not complaining, this is infinitely better that what i thought hell would be...

Anyways, I think I had managed to lose them with all my twists and turns. I halted and sought refuge behind a green dumpster, wiping my brow and inhaling deeply. My muscles ached from the intense workout, reminding me that I seriously needed to hit the gym. As I caught my breath, I engaged my brain, even though it felt rusty, and began pondering my next steps.

Thoughts, brain, gears, uhhh... Yeah, thoughts.

How, when why, where. Ok. How? A crazy demon decided to pull me through the mirror, why? Who the fuck knows. When? Just now. where? In hell, i think. Not sure... Now what?

As i contemplated my current situation, i didn't notice a figure walking towards me.

"Well well well. Now, what is a human doing down here?" I furrowed my brow and fixed my gaze squarely on the figure standing before me.

"by the looks of your current situation here, you've certainly tangoed with someone, and can i just say, you look like you've been through hell." He chuckled lightly at his own joke, lifting his left hand to cover his mouth as he did so.

I examined the demon in front of me, taking in the details of its yellow serrated teeth, beige-colored skin, blood-red eyes, diminutive antlers, and its attire reminiscent of the 1900s. Strangely, I thought I heard a radio-like quality in the sound of its voice.

"And you are?"

"This is theeeee radio demon! My name, dear, is alastor." Alastor, the demon, maintained his unsettling and horror-inducing smile, his expression radiating an eerie sense of delight. Though i was not put off by this. I've seen worse shit in real life.

"Great, can you put on a song called fuck off?" I locked my gaze directly onto the eyes of the Radio Demon, but the demon simply responded with that unnerving, unsettling smile.

"My my, what a personality! That may the rudest thing a person have said to me." The radio demon, unmoved by my insult, stayed calm and well mannered.

"Look who's talking. You probably have done worse shit that me for you to end up in hell." I fired back equally to my previous insult. The radio demon only looked at me silently with that creepy smile of his.

"I would be lying if i said that's untrue. But how about you? How did you end down here?" I contemplated for a bit. Weighing my options if i should run or just tell him.

"Well?" Alastor voiced, breaking my thoughts in the process and making me look up to the demon in response

"You know what? Fuck it. Fine, i was dragged here by a demon that came from my mirror." I explained the the radio demon's eyes glinted and his smile only grew. Showing more of that yellow stained serated teeth.

"A demon that could bring humans here... Now this is a story that is worth my scrumptious attention. You have the stage my boy! Let me, the judge, be amazed!"

... ... ...

Why is this guy talking like that? What, is he in a 1920's talk show or something?

"Look man, i don't know why i'm here, but i don't think i'll be alive the next day."

"Oh? What a predicament you have in your hands" Alastor leaned closer and grinned. His hands behind his back, and an eyebrow raised in a mischevious curiosity.

"No shit." I sarcastically said with a roll of my eyes. I crossed my arms and looked at alastor, waiting for his response. "And i don't think i should be trusting demons, let alone you. You give me those shit eating sadistic vibes"

"Your words truly wound me. Though i might be able to help you in your dire time of need."

"Stop saying it like i'm a damsel in distre-"

"Now now, do you want my help or not?" I breathed in heavily before giving in to the demon.

"Why would you even help me?"

"Entertainment for me down here has gone down the drain, i'm afraid. But you have certainly acquired me a new source, my dear!"

Alastor stood up straight, his head held high, and he pointed a finger skyward, delivering his message in a matter-of-fact manner.

"As i was saying, there is a hotel where i... help? It's a redemption hotel for demons." Alastor paused, before chuckling a bit. "A vvvery comical idea if i must say. Anyways, there you can stay for a bit until we can find a way for you to get back to the land of the living."

"Wait, isn't there a rule to not shake deals with the devil?" I voiced my skepticism and squited my eyes.

"There is a difference between a deal and an offer, Mr. Heller," uttered alastor, his confident posture, sinister grin, and intense eye contact left me with a slight unsettling feeling that there was more to the conversation than met the eye.

"Though if you don't want my help, my boy, no need to shy away in saying it," Alastor remarked with a nonchalant shrug, his tone carrying a hint of amusement as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for the response.

"Why should i trust you?"

"Ah, trust, my dear friend, is a rare and precious commodity in these parts. But consider this: I have a certain... knack for making things interesting. The question isn't why you should trust me, but rather, why wouldn't you want to dance with the devil for a spell?"

"I'm not that stupid to engage deals with devils."

"Ah, prudence is a virtue, my boy. But remember, life is a grand performance, and sometimes, the most captivating acts involve a touch of risk. Should you ever change your mind, don't hesitate to seek me out. Until then, enjoy the show!" As Alastor turned to leave, his elegant stride carried him away with a sinister swagger, leaving behind an unsettling sense that the show was far from over.

"Oh wait just a minute! If you really need help to get out of this little problem you have, you might as well seek out Princess Charlotte of hell. She's at the hotel where i erm, help! Now, have a jolly good show! I bid you adeu." alastor then vanished into thin air, leaving a card in his wake.

I watched as the card fell, slowly drifting from side to side before it finally touched the pavement, it is where i then picked it up and read the contents of it.

Here is the place where you shall go, a help from a friend is ready for tow, seek her out and then you shall find, the place where you shall sit and stay for now.

And then a bunch of directions came after the message. Should i trust him? Fuck it, why not.

Charlotte Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar, holds the title of Princess of Hell and serves as the esteemed owner and founder of the Hazbin Hotel. Presently, she finds herself in her office, idly passing the time, for not a single guest has ventured to experience her rehabilitation-focused establishment.

The demons dismiss the idea of seeking redemption at that hotel, viewing it as a mere joke and a waste of time. However, Charlie remains resolute in her mission to transform Hell into a sanctuary where individuals can find safety and happiness. But i digress, charlie and the hotel is not doing so fabulous.

"Ugh... Why isn't this working?" she sighed in a mix of frustration and melancholy, her disappointment evident in her voice.

"Ah, charlie, just the gal i was looking for. What's matter sugar?" A male voiced sounded.

"Oh, Angel! Nothing really, just another one of those days where people don't come in... But someone will eventually do!" Charlie's face lit up with hope and determination, a small, resilient smile gracing her lips as she held onto her unwavering belief in the redemption she offered.

"Oh tuts, i know you really believe in this redemption thingy, but," Angel crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, expressing skepticism and concern as he told Charlie, "I don't think it will work."

"Oh... Then, maybe-" Charlie's sentence came to an abrupt halt as Alastor made his entrance, bringing with him an enigmatic and charismatic presence that instantly commanded attention.

"Good afternoon, my compadres!" alastor smiled as he walked closer to the two. "I bring great news to this desolent waste of an establishment!" His radio static voice buzzed as he spoke.

"Really? What is it!" Charlie's hopeful eyes glimmer as she leaned over the desk, almost faling over in the process.

"I may have brought in a fellow, and he's quite an interesting one at that!"

"An interesting fellow you say? Mhm, yur' makin' me hopeful ere', smiles." Angel's eyes and mouth screamed lust as he thought more about the person in question. Though alastor only sneered in disgust at the thought.

"I will ignore you saying that." Alastor kept on a wide grin while also hiding his clear disgust at the idea. "Anyways! This fellow is not from here, err, quite far in fact."

Charlie's eyes widened with astonishment, and she couldn't help but tremble with excitement. The prospect of a potential guest in the hotel, someone she could guide towards redemption and a chance at reaching Heaven, filled her with an overwhelming sense of hope and purpose..

"Ohh!! Is he from the lower levels?"

"That is far from the right answer, my dear. Guess a little higher."

But before angel or charlie could guess, three more individuals came inside her office.

Vaggie, gothic in appearance with long purple hair, red eyes, and dark attire that reflects her no-nonsense personality. She also has small horns on her head and carries a weapon that resembles a baseball bat with nails.

Niffty, a hyperactive and cheerful character. She's a small, impish demon with vibrant pink hair, one big yellow eye, and a retro 1950s-inspired style of clothing. Niffty is known for her boundless energy and enthusiasm for cleaning and organization.

And then the last but not least, Husker. A cynical and somewhat cantankerous character. He's a demon with a distinctive avian appearance, sporting feathered wings and a beak-like nose. Husker's attire is reminiscent of a 1930s-style lounge singer or jazz musician, fitting his persona as a resident of the hotel's bar and lounge.

The trio entered, weariness evident in their demeanor and the way they carried themselves, yet Niffty stood out with her characteristic hyperactivity, a whirlwind of energy amidst the lethargy.

"What's this stranger you guys are talking about? Is he the hot stuff? Big mighty biceps, 8 pack toned abs?" Niffty questioned, her lone but large eye shining with hopefulness.

Though the rest of the gang only looked at niffty with raised eyebrows. Niffty, scanned each of them before shying away.

"Hehe, sorry."

"Yea', actually agree wit' niffty ere', is he hot?"

With hopeful eyes, Angel inquired, his voice carrying a hint of eagerness. Meanwhile, Alastor remained entirely oblivious to Angel's presence, as if he were a mere phantom in the room.

"Alright alright, that's enough. Now, who's this dude you guys been talking about?" Vaggie came and stopped the two from day dreaming of thier possibly new guest.

"Well, alastor won't give a straight answer. He wants to keep me guessing." Charlie responded

"You mean shitlord?"

The radio demon took the insult lightly. With a grin, he came near the moth demon and placed his arm right around her shoulder.

"Why, vagatha, what's got your vagina in a knot?" Vaggie glared daggers at the radio demon. She grabbed alastor's arm and flicked it off from her.

Vaggie turned for a rebuttal only for husker to say something. "This shit is getting old, if ya need me, i'll be drunk from this day on forward"

And thus, husker proceeded to exit through charlie's office doors.

The room as quiet, vaggie was glaring at alastor, while the radio demon himself only grinned smugly at the moth demon.

"You know, you're a real assho-" Vaggie initiated the conversation, and the camera panned to focus on Charlie. As she observed Vaggie and Angel bickering once again, Charlie couldn't help but sigh. She knew that using her demon powers to shout them into silence was a possibility, but it was only a short-lived fix. The real challenge lay in finding a lasting solution to end their perpetual conflict.

Suddenly, husker entered the room yet again, with his face blank and his hand occupied by cheap booze. He took the aforementioned alcohol and proceeded to drink, nearly emptying the whole bottle in one swig. He then burped before saying something.

"Eyya charlie, a random dude came in here, he looks like he needed something. don't give a shit." Husker then exited the room, leaving a squeeling princess in his wake.

Charlie leaped with excitement, her joyful jumps accompanied by her firm grip on Vaggie's hands. Vaggie, the moth demon, offered a tender smile in response to her girlfriend's antics, while Angel's gaze hinted at desire and Niffty sported a wide grin. Alastor, ever enigmatic, observed from the sidelines with a sinister, knowing grin.

"Come on! Let's welcome our new guest!" Charlie practically pulled her girlfriend along, and the others eagerly followed suit, matching her excitement. Upon reaching the lobby, Charlie released Vaggie's hand and hurried over to the newcomer, brimming with enthusiasm as she greeted him warmly.

"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to Hazbin Hotel! It's a pleasure to have you consider trying our—" Charlie's words trailed off as she opened her eyes and was met by a tall individual with tan skin, devoid of any protruding spikes or an evil aura. "Huh?" she exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected sight.

The peculiar figure in front of her turned around, casting a gaze down upon her, and it became evident to Charlie that this was no demon, imp, or monster. Instead, she was face to face with a human—a completely normal human being. The startling realization left her bewildered.

"In Hell?"

"Wh- what the??" Charlie was confused, a human in hell? But how?

Alright, this is the place, i looked up from the card alastor dropped from seemingly out of nowhere and was met by a huge building, a seemingly normal human design in fact. I put the card in my pocket and proceeded to head inside the hotel.

When i entered the establishment, i was instantly greeted by the cold air inside, with my eyes scanning the layout of the lobby, red in theme, but normal. Huh...

I came to what looks to be the reception, and instantly, I neared the desk before ringing the bell, hoping to alert any staff member in this place. And when it did, i was greeted by 6'0 demon cat thingy, with a bottle that says cheap booze. Wait really? That's what it said?

The demon cat only regarded me with an unblinking gaze, pausing in its tracks as it observed me with him in the midst of fervently downing his drink.

Both me and him only stared at each other, not blinking. My right brow was raised at the sight before the demon cat thingy stopped drinking and opened his mouth to say something

"I'm too drunk for this shit." He then went through a door that i think is the backrooms. Who cares, i don't know... Actually to be honest, i do care. What's up with this wait?

I guess i'll wait. I shrugged to myself before proceeding to look around the place. Everything is so damn red. Vaas? Red. Plants? red. everything? Red. The *i'm blue guy* would have a heart attack. Or maybe he'd be excited to see another color than blue.

Returning to the main topic, Where the fuck is everybody- oh. my puzzled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a door swinging open behind me. I swiftly turned to investigate, and to my lack of surprise, I found a group of individuals entering.

Confirming my location, I couldn't deny the reality of my surroundings. Each of them bore unmistakably demonic appearances, leaving no doubt that I had indeed found myself in Hell. Their expressions varied, with some appearing happy, others excited, and a few maintaining neutral expressions.

Anyways, when i saw alastor having that same grin, i couldn't help but be on alert. But i was currently preoccupied by a girl eager on greeting me.

"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to Hazbin Hotel! It's a pleasure to have you consider trying our—"

She then paused before looking at me, taking all the things about my appearance. "Huh?"

"Wh- What the..."

"Uhm, yeah, hi?" I said nonchalantly. "Is this Hazbin Hotel? I'd like to check in," I continued, my tone unruffled, as I observed the diverse array of demonic figures before me without a hint of surprise or intimidation.

"What. In. The. Actuall fuck alastor!" The moth demon, i think she looks like a moth, exclaimed at the radio demon, who only responded with a smile. "You brought in a human!?"

"Why, I found him hiding behind the dumpster! Is it wrong to help a person in need?" Alastor chimed in, his trademark grin stretching into an even more unnerving expression. His words held a mischievous undertone, reflecting his enigmatic and unpredictable nature.

"And a built one at that~" The female looking dude spoke with friendliness, or should i say, too much friendliness. He then brought up a sight from his seemingly infinite storage room that is his pockets that says "Free Service" i don't want to fully know what that message entails.

"Uh... No thanks," I firmly dismissed the advances of the spider demon before me. He briefly pouted but swiftly switched back to his flirtatious demeanor, undeterred by my rejection.

I was about to ask where i can sign up before a small, cute cyclops demon jumped up to me and spoke, albiet a little too fast as i couldn't understand a word she just said.

"Arealhuman?!Thisissofuckingexciting!"

"Niffty! Please, let go of our guest's hands and calm down." The person who initially greeted me issued a command, and the little girl called Niffty promptly complied.

"Don't worry uh..." I paused, seemingly not knowing the name of the person before me.

"Charlie, charlie morningstar."

"Great," I replied with a somewhat awkward chuckle. "Charlie, don't worry, I suppose I'm an oddity around here... Heh," I added, scratching the back of my head as I tried to ease the tension and convey a sense of acceptance despite the unusual circumstances.

"i think the little girl is just excited, no worries."

"Who are you calling a little girl? I'm in my 90's!"

Niffty took offense and humfed, turning around to face the wall.

"But you do look like a little girl, my dear, Niffty!" Alastor's distinctive radio voice chimed in with a hint of amusement. His comment carried a tone of playful teasing as he addressed Niffty's youthful appearance amidst the group of more mature demons.

"I'm short, not small, asshole," Niffty fired back at the Radio Demon. Her initial friendliness and exuberance had swiftly transformed into annoyance, evident in the sharpness of her retort within a mere three seconds.

In response to Niffty's sharp retort, Alastor, simply chuckled softly, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.

The moth demon to the right only mumbled something i couldn't quite decipher. Probably about alastor. That dude has a knack for making people go off.

"Am i still checking in... Or what?"

"Oh yes of course! Right this way, erm, sir!" Charlie snapped back to her earlier objective and immediately went back to work. She then walked up to a hallway where i then followed her.

As Charlie and I entered her office, she wasted no time in retrieving a sizable stack of papers from a drawer. As I glanced at the papers laid out before me, my eyes couldn't help but twitch in annoyance, yet I managed to maintain a forced smile, knowing that there was business to attend to.

An hour later:

Signing those papers was a real snooze fest, and each question felt like it dragged on for a torturous 30 minutes. Holy fuck that was slow.

Anyway, after the marathon of paperwork, Charlie grabbed a key from the rack. It had a skull-shaped bow with the room number 12 etched on it. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a small 'MRA' on the other side as I turned it over..

"What's does 'MRA' mean?"

"Oh, well, since you're our second guest, we might as well give you a nice room. Not saying that every other room is bad, it's just this one is more on the luxurious side. Anyways, it's called master room access."

Charlie fiddled with her fingers, while also having a small, embarassing smile.

"Huh," I idly toyed with the keys beneath my fingertips before offering a friendly smile. "Neat. Also, is the business that bad?" I inquired, curious about the state of affairs at the Hazbin Hotel.

As I inquired about the state of the business, Charlie's response was telling. She averted her gaze and twirled her fingers nervously. I stood there, studying her body language carefully, and soon realized that the answer to my question was written in her demeanor, even before she uttered a word.

"That bad, huh?"

The demon before me could only manage a small nod, her once radiant smile fading into a somber frown. With a heavy sigh, she turned to face me, and it was evident that the topic weighed heavily on her mind.

"It's just so... Frustrating!" Charlie exclaimed with a mix of exasperation and disappointment. "I mean, i opened up this place for them to repent but no! They just have to be a bitch about it and degrade this entire fuckfest! Why!"Her frustration was palpable as she expressed her deep concern for the hotel's mission.

Charlie's transformation into her more demonized form caught me completely off guard, and I couldn't deny that it sent shivers down my spine. The hellfire spewing from her form served as a stark warning not to ever provoke or cross this demon princess. Taking a mental note of the situation, I wisely refrained from interrupting her as she vented her pent-up stress. It was clear that intervening could result in dire consequences, and I had no intention of testing her patience.

Seeing the fear in my eyes, Charlie abruptly halted her fiery display of rage. She cast a concerned glance in my direction, realizing that her sudden transformation might have terrified her second guest, who happened to be a fellow human. She mentally chastised herself for losing control of her anger, regretting the unintended intimidation she had caused.

"Charlie!" A muffled voice, presumably Vaggie's, came from behind the door, which had been forcibly kicked open with all the intensity of a SWAT team breach.

"What happened?! Did the human do something to you? OH I CAN'T WAIT TO RIP OUT YOUR THROAT AND SERVE THAT TO YOU WITH A SIDE OF YOUR FUCKING INTESTINES! YOU SHITSTAIN OF A HUMA-"

"VAGGIE!" Charlie called out to the raging demon, who was pointing her spear right infront of my face. I stood there, my eyes widening and my hands in the air.

"He didn't do anything! I was just stressed out and expressed my frustration, nothing happened to me, I swear!"

The moth demon swayed her eyes, darting between me and Charlie. She scanned the entire room meticulously, her demeanor as vigilant as a robot on high alert, searching for any signs of foul play or wrongdoing..

Observing that everything was indeed in order, Vaggie narrowed her eyes and then placed two fingers against her own eyes before pointing them in my direction. It was a clear message that she was keeping a vigilant watch on my every move, with the implication that any misstep could lead to dire consequences.

She went out the door, all the while looking directly at me, before slowly but surely closing it fully shut.

Me and charlie sighed as the tension between the room has finalky subsided and went back to, kind of normal. Damn, ain't she a bitch?

I rubbed the back of my neck in stress before i heard charlie sighing a second time. I looked at her and she looked back at me.

"Hey, i uh.. Sorry about her. She's just really protective of me" She too rubbed the back of her head before promting to seat on her office desk.

"Are you two," I then put 1 finger on each hand, closing on each other like a magnet attracting a magnet. Charlie caught up with me and replied.

"Yeah, we're in a relationship. She loves me and i love her. Though her overprotectiveness might be the end of me. Haha" We both laughed, the thick cloud of tension was now but a distant memory.

"I noticed much." I added with a snicker.

"Yeah..."

"hey, you haven't actually told me your name." Charlie inquired, her huge grin turning into a small smile.

"Oh shoot, yeah, sorry. The name's James. James rounder. It should be on the papers you gave me."

"Well, i haven't really read the papers yet. I'll do it tomorrow."

We both smiled at each other before i kicked off, telling her that it's getting late, and that i need to check out this suite.

"Yeah, sure. You can go. If ya need anything, just say so." Charlie replied with a small smile. Happy that things has turned out well enough for a guest like me, a human, to end up and stay in her hotel.

She opened the office door for me and i thanked her in courtesy. I then began walking down the hallway to my sweet abode. The red carpet with it's gold etchings were stretched to the of the hallway, where the flight of stairs started.

As i went my way through the hall, my eyes were caught by a large portrait... A portrait of Charlie as her parents, i think. Charlie stood at the center, flanked by her parents, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar. The image captures a blend of regal elegance and unique character traits, symbolizing the unconventional nature of their family dynamic in the realm of Hell.

I hummed in curiosity before resuming my journey to my room. I passed by doors that didn't bear my assigned number, giving them no more than a passing glance, my sole focus on finding room number 14. Finally, the number I had been searching for came into view, and I could proceed as planned.

14

The door said nothing, but its quality before me definitely spoke to me. It might as well be a sentinel, guarding the luxury beyond. My gaze shifted to the gleaming doorknob, and I gingerly inserted the key that Charlie had entrusted to me. As I turned the key, it emitted a faint click, serving as a reassuring confirmation that the mechanism had unlocked, granting me permission to step into the room before me.

Entering the opulent room within the Hazbin Hotel, my eyes were immediately drawn to the lavish decor. The walls were adorned with rich, deep-colored tapestries that seemed to tell stories of a bygone era. Golden accents and intricate patterns adorned the furniture, giving an air of regality to the space.

A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow across the room. The centerpiece of the room was a massive four-poster bed with crimson silk curtains that billowed like a royal canopy. The mattress looked incredibly comfortable, and it was clear that no expense had been spared in ensuring guests' comfort.

Large windows provided a stunning view of the bustling streets of Hell, framed by heavy, velvet drapes that could be drawn shut for privacy. A plush velvet armchair sat in one corner, inviting me to relax and take in the grandeur of the room.

"Holy shit, what a fuckin' room this is." I immediately dashed inside. My excitement showing as i examined more of the room.

As i was in the middle of inspecting, literally everything, i was then hit by a thought that echoed throughout inside me.

How am i gonna get back?

These words left a permanent imprint inside my head, leaving me with a lingering sense of uncertainty and a daunting feeling that my journey in Hell was far from over.

Welcome to hell, James rounder.

Well shit, the first chapter took me what, 7 days to complete? Damn. Anyways, if you enjoyed the chapter, you might as well like this and share! Don't hope for reliable story update though, i've got a lot in my hands in school.

Bye! -A dude