After seeing so much potential and fanfic ideas for the Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel crew, I had to jump in for this. There's too much potential and fun to be had NOT TO! So, here's my swing at it!

XXX

"You're nothing! No talent, no use, and a lousy, worthless heir to my throne!" A long puff and huff of a cigar, trying to calm herself down, "If I knew I'd only have you, I'd have that dumbass pump more babies into my palace, but then again, his soft ass might've made me more fuck ups!"

"You should just put that piece in your mouth and -"

"Just a few more minutes," The little Imp muttered as he paced in the alley. Everyone in front of him was scrambling to safety and to loot whatever wasn't protected by a gun or nailed down. Well, Sinners were. The hellborn were safely evacuated… all except for this sly one right here, "just a few to more decide. To just get on with it and be done."

He was nearly hyper ventilating and had to hum some opera tunes to himself to calm down. To process what he was going to do or not. Extermination was about to begin and the regular Sinners were about to be on the finale menu. In theory he would be safe.

In theory. And it was a loose one at that.

"Okay, Moxxie… this might be it," He muttered nervously, his tune no longer working. Just a few more seconds.

He took a deep breath and the clock stuck.

"Fuck, I can't do it! No, not at all! I need to leave! I need to leave now!" Moxxie quickly turned back around to crawl back into the sewer, but was quickly tossed aside as some hard to see tentacled creature moved in first, "No, wait!"

And got stuck, "Aaaargh! Someone push me in! Please!"

Moxxie's mouth was agape and he started to shake in place. He almost felt himself start to foam at the mouth and clenched his fists. He took a step back and quickly collected himself before he even thought about reaching for his holster out of anger.

He touched it again and muttered, "Oh Satan, I didn't even really want to go through with it. No wonder I brought this…"

He growled to himself and started sprinting into the street, ignoring all the scrambling and rioting Sinners around him. He couldn't get involved with any of them, Imp or not. If they get crushed, stabbed, or shot, a Sinner can get back up. Any of those things happen to him, he's not getting back up.

That was always such an irony he could think of later. He had to get to safety.

"Ah!" Suddenly, he bumped into someone. A furry cat-like creature with wings and dashing attire. Unlike the others, however, he didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry.

"Watch it, Imp!" He growled before slipping away from the crowd.

With a groan, Moxxie hoisted himself up just as the bell struck, "Wha-oh no."

The extermination. It had begun. The portal from heaven to hell had opened and the exorcists, angels of white, gray, and gold began pouring down to commence their grim work, faces hidden behind those masks.

It was one thing to see on the news, but to see it for himself was actually bone chilling. He couldn't help but think to himself, 'Oh, you really did it this time…'

XXX

'Oh, you really did it this time,' It was a good thing this fluffy white spider twink took pride in his fur or it'd be falling out in patches right now, 'Work late, days Valentino, you'll be fine, he fuckin' says.'

"No more outcalls this close to extermination day," he grumbles as he passes over a magazine cover of himself that read, "Angel Dust, A sexual demon's absolute must,".

He kept crawling and kept his eyes up and forward. He has to make sure he wasn't spotted and gutted like all the other low life's around him. He didn't care how shitty his situations got, he did not want to end up in the void or wherever the hell Sinners went when they were exterminated… if they even ended up somewhere.

"Ugh," He groaned as some eel Sinner's corpse fell in front of him, cut open like a thanksgiving turkey. He just had to keep moving and make it to the studio. He wasn't too far, he knew that, "Just a few more miles, yeah?"

In what could've only been described as a flash, a lance had come down blade first in front of him. And he yelped, "Mother of a bitch!"

He didn't mean too. He knew to keep quiet and have some discipline, but he slipped up and an angel found him. If he could see past her neon mask, he would've seen a wicked grin on her face. Shorts sword in hand, she flew towards him, aiming to make it long and messy.

He gulped and began to speed off as fast as he could. He was running because for once, everything depended on it. But death in the form of angelic power was hot on his heels and closing in fast.

He was terrified out of his mind. He wanted to just be anywhere else right now, hell, sex work with some broad didn't feel nearly as bad as this, even if it was a very close second for a man of his tastes.

He fell and didn't register the pain until he saw that his right leg had been sliced open. He screamed, "Ah, fucker!"

He swore he heard that bitch chuckled to herself before she wished the blood off her blade. He tried crawling back, but just the exorcist's stride alone seemed too fast.

'This is it,' He thought to himself as tears began to fall down the corners of his eyes, 'I'm gonna die… I'm actually gonna die for the final time! Fuck, I just want a second chance!'

He closed his eyes and uttered, "Just make it fast, bitch. I'm ready."

That last part was a lie and the exorcist almost laughed. She would do the exact opposite. She didn't hear a good scream all day yet.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang through the air and something spurted on Angel Dust's boots. He opened his eyes and his pupils turned into pin pricks.

The exorcist had been shot. She was bleeding. A fact that shocked them both.

XXX

He didn't mean for it to go this far. He really didn't. He just wanted to finish things only to back out and get out. Now here Moxxie was… holding a gun and playing wannabe hero for a Sinner of all things. And it worked too well.

The exorcist held her stomach with her sword on the ground for a few moments before looking up at him. He couldn't read her expression under that neon mask at all. All he could see was her holding her stomach.

The moment her wings twitched, he fired again. And again. And again until she was on the ground then motionless.

Those were the longest seconds of both Moxxie and Angel Dust's lives. Or unlife in the latter's case.

Both of them were frozen for a few more seconds until Moxxie quickly rushed over and decided he was already massively screwing up anyway, might as well go full circle. He ripped a chunk of clothing off of himself and started wrapping it around the Sinner's wound, "Here! This will help a little! I heard those angel weapons don't let your kind heal so easily."

The Sinner just stared at him. He didn't know where to even begin. Even when he began pulling him up like his body was on autopilot.

"Can you stand? Can you move?" Moxxie asked him as he grabbed his hand to help him.

"Uh… yeah. Yeah," He quickly pushed himself away from the Imp.

"Good. Wherever you're going, go now!" Moxxie told him. It came out as more of a growl then he meant to, but they were on shit time, even as the extermination was coming to a close. Those exorcists wouldn't let this go and if any other demon found out Moxxie did this, he'd get far more than his earlier "wish".

Angel Dust wasted no time and made a break for it. He almost spared a glance towards his savior but didn't, far more focused on flight. Same for Moxxie. He ran, scurried, and crawled as fast as he could. He ran and ran. He did what he was good at, he told himself.

He tried something new, screwed up, and ran. Different places, same shit. But, at least this time, he had something to run back home too.

Quickly, he scurried into some rubble and not a moment too soon as a flock of exorcists zipped past his hiding spot. He waited for a minute until he was sure they were gone and fucked into a hole in the ground. One that led to the sewer.

He ran in until he absolutely had to stop and take a breath. Then it all hit and he nearly fell over until he realized that if he let himself fall, it would've been into sewage, so he opted to sit down on the nearest, dryest rock on the ground.

He took in the deepest breath and let out an eloquent, "Fuck! Dammit! Why!?"

He raged, he kicked, he pleaded, he wondered, and then he sat in silence for a good thirty minutes. Then he sat down again. He blinked and finally said, "Everytime. There's always something wrong. Always…"

Then he looked at his gun. It wasn't typically designed, even among the heavenly made carmine pistols he had seen before. But he didn't think it could do that. Not at all. He quickly put that away and saved it for a question for another time.

With another sigh, he got up and started walking. He just needed to get home and sleep for the rest of the weekend.

XXX

A few days later…

"Hey, Mox," The long horned and long headed Imp took big swig of his Irish coffee, "Woah, you look like hammered shit on a stick! You actually came out of your pig pen to party this weekend? Get topped down at the lust ring?"

"No, Blitzo," Moxxie groggily replied as he entered the elevator with his boss, "I just… had a loooong weekend."

"And something looooong in your trunk, huh?" Blitzo casually slapped the back of Moxxie's ass with a firm palm.

"Don't do that," Moxxie hissed, a little red in his irises showing.

It actually made Blitzo jump back and growl with his hands up, "Woah! What he didn't call back either?"

"No, Blitzo, listen," Moxxie looked him dead in the eyes and told him, "I mean it, just… not now, alright."

Seeing how his employee was actually gut punched Blitzo. There was a limit to everything and he recognized that, so he nodded and said, "Alright, okay, my bad, Mox. I'll ease up."

"Thanks," Moxxie told him as he started facing the elevator door again.

Blitzo waited for a moment. Enough for the tension to die down and smirked, "But seriously though, no call backs?"

"If I did get any, sir, you would probably already know by now," Moxxie grunted with a look of disgust on his face, "I know you tap my hell phone."

"Oh, so you haven't found the camera yet," Blitzo uttered.

"Excuse me!?"

"Hey, Loony!" Blitzo ignored that and carried on, greeting a tall white hellhound sitting at the desk and drinking, "Any new clients!"

"Literally just got here, Blitzo," Loony, AKA Loona, grunted at him. She only only looked up at him once she slapped down a hand on the desk with a goofy smile.

"Hey, it's dad!"

"Sure, Blitzo," She made him deflate and went back to looking at her phone once he was heading to the meeting room. Once Mooxie walked by, all she said was, "Fatty."

"In what regard!?" Moxxie whined.

"The fact that you don't know says much more than your fat footsteps," Loona yawned.

"That doesn't even-you," Moxxie pinched his nose then threw his hands in the air, "You know what, another time. I don't have the tolerance for this morning."

That made Loona raise a brow, 'Wonder what's up with him,' she thought before she shrugged, "meh."

"Anyway, I have a surprise for you, Mr. Baby Dick," Blitzo giddly told him.

Moxxie couldn't help but squeal, "Are we finally enlisting with actual health insurance!? With dental!?"

"What, no, we own guns, that's real insurance," Blitzo muttered like Moxxie was stupid and made him deflate with the saddest puppy dog eyes, "nope, we have… a new employee!"

"Hiya!" a small red and black blur came across their meeting room to shake Moxxie's hand. A small lady Imp with a wrath ring accent, "Name's Millie! Nice to meet'cha!"

"H-hi, Moxxie," Moxxie gladly shook her hand and nearly winced from the grip "Oh crumbs, that's one heck of a grip."

"Yeps, this bronco bitch is Wrath raised," Blitzo laughed until he realized something, "Aren't you from there too?"

"Yep!" Moxxie answered quicker than a sniper's bullet, "born and raised wrath… suburban!"

Bliz rolled his eyes and slapped Moxxie on the back, "Yeah, he's a total pussy though, but handles a gun better than a Succubus handles a cock!"

"Woah, you're a regular six shooter, huh?"

"Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, toot, toot," That made Blitzo gag, but the new Imp, Millie actually seemed amused, "but I know my way around firearms."

"Oh, that's badass," Millie told him before, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out an axe and slammed it down vertically, making Moxxie flinch, "I'm more of a slice and dice type of gal, mah self."

"Uh, that's cool too," Moxxie told her, but mentally noted, 'And a tad messy no doubt. Still, badass.'

"And with that, we officially have a full team!" Blitzo concluded before he pulled out a book that made both the other Imps go wide eyed, "And, I think we're ready to start getting clients!"

"You actually got it…" Moxxie muttered, "How?'

"Ah, yow know, I get around," Blitzo chuckled, clearly withholding information. Probably something embarrassing and gross, Moxxie figured, "now let's run some tests and get some B roll!"

XXX

Hours later, not too far from I.M.P.

"Happy Hotel, Hazbin Hotel, pick a fucking lane already," Angel Dust muttered as he carried his things in his briefcases and made his way to the meeting spot, "those freaking dames better make it worth it."

He still couldn't get that extermination incident out of his mind. An Imp saved him and an exorcist died. That was too much. Way too much to process and if anyone knew what happened…

He had to get his story straight. Not because he didn't want to say anything, but because he didn't know how and he didn't know what those exorcists could or would do. There was no way in hell they were gonna take that lying down, at all.

There was probably a big ass bullseye on the back of his head. And that Imp too.

A part of him wanted to be pissed about it. But, for all the bitchiness and spite he could muster, he couldn't go that far. A hellborn saved his life. A sImple Sinner and he saved him. And he had to admit, he wasn't bad looking. A little dorky with that outfit and build, but he had some muscle to him showin' from that shirt rip.

Maybe he could thank him in some way. Probably his usual way too. He had no doubt that even hellborn craved him, especially an Imp.

He sighed and swung his left briefcase to the side as he adjusted his grip and hit someone, "Ah!"

"Huh," Angel Dust was about to bark some insults at the person he hit until he saw that it was an Imp. Not just a Imp, but the Imp who actually saved him, "Holy fuck, talk about convenience and coincidence."

"What?" The Imp looked up from nursing his left knee, and muttered, "Who are… oh my Satan. You!"

There was a brief silence until they both spoke, ""You!""

"No, me first," Angel Dust told him before shoving an index finger in his chest, "You're the Imp who saved me and… ya know!"

"You mean killed -" Angel Dust immediately covered Moxxie's mouth and growled in his face.

"Hey, shut up, shut up," there was a little chitter and hiss in his voice, "Maybe don't talk about that part. Things have been off since then."

"What," Moxxie then thought about it then kicked himself for not being on his usual analytical self. Now that he noticed it, things were far too clean already and crime wasn't on the usual scene, "Oh crumbs… right."

"Crumbs," Angel Dust muttered, but shook his head, "Whatever, look, ahem," he fixed his hair and started to lighten his voice, with lick of his lips, "I've been wondering where my lackluster prince was."

"Lackluster prince?"

"Yeah, my hero with a cute little bow," Angel Dust still tightly held onto his briefcase, but used a free hand to rub Moxxie's chest with his free hand as the little Imp stood up, "Now don't get me wrong, I don't usually go for your types, but ya cute and ya did something really fuckin' cool, so I'll make exception. Our dirty little secret."

"A… very kind offer," Moxxie told him as he gently pushed his hand back. Angel Dust was definitely a top tier player, Moxxie couldn't deny. And being a porn star? In hell, that's a dream come true. But… Moxxie didn't feel up for it. For many reasons, "But I must decline."

"What?" Angel Dust's voice dropped back to his usual tone for that. He was so shocked he actually picked up the little Imp with both hands.

Moxxie cleared his throat and started to fight an odd stutter, "I-I mean… maybe we should get dinner or something like that. Talk."

Angel Dust blinked then narrowed his eyes, "What the fuck for?"

"Well-" Moxxie stopped talking once a limo pulled up. A luxurious one at that which seemed to have a more… powerful edge to it. He couldn't help feel something primal inside of there and his heart nearly stopped. Suddenly, it stopped at the last car door and the window winded down.

There, inside the car were two women. And Moxxie recognized one of them. Charlie Morningstar. The daughter of the rulers of hell themselves. The daughter of the sin of Pride. The daughter of the mother of the underworld. And she was looking right at them.

Her first words hit like a freight train.

"Angel Dust, we're here and-" she immediately stopped talking as she saw the position they were in and her pupils went wide, "Are you… making a friend!"

'That's a huge leap!' both Sinner and Imp thought while the other woman, the white and gray skinned woman next to her rolled her eyes, though she seemed more bothered by them than Charlie.

Charlie immediately reached out and grabbed Moxxie before setting him in a seat next to her with stars practically dancing around her as she spoke a million words a second, "Hi, my name's Charlie and it's so nice to meet you! I didn't think he was already out and making new friends! What's your name!? Which ring were you born in! Did you know an Imp actually saved his life! It's crazy, he told me so much about it!"

""Charlie!"" Both Angel Dust and the other woman shouted, though the former was heated while the latter wanted her attention.

"Huh, oh I'm so sorry," Charlie immediately said as a blush came over her, "I just got carried after hearing all the good hubbub through all the horrors of that night."

"If you'd let the guy actually speak, he could've told you he was the Imp with a pair to save my tight ass," Angel Dust told him as he got in the door and closed it.

"Uh… i-it's an honor your highness," Moxxie told her and immediately bowed, forgetting he was sitting down, "I'm Moxxie."

"Yeah, no need for that squirt," Angel Dust told him, "she's royal in blood only, really."

"How dare you disrespect her!?" Moxxie immediately shot up only to fall over once the limo started driving, as it was never a good idea to stay in one place around here, even among calmer days. But before he fell, Charlie caught him and helped him back up.

"No, no it's fine!" the princess told him with a nervous laugh, "I'm not into the whole fancy shmancy stuff really."

"She's not like the other sins your probably used to, flaunting their weight or whatever," Vaggie said with a shrug, "but personally, it's nice to meet someone with some manners."

"Really putting the emphasis on lackluster," Angel Dust groused before he started addressing everyone, "look, this Imp right here, he's actually pretty useful. I was gonna reward him personally until you guys showed up."

"Without paying?" Vaggie jabbed, "that's an actual Improvement."

"Bite me," Angel Dust lazily flipped her off as he pretended to check his nails.

"Wait, if I may, where are we going?" Moxxie asked as his natural anxiety and alertness started kicking in, "I mean disrespect Pri-uh, Charlie, but I was on my way home from work."

"Oh, right, sorry again," Charlie chuckled, "But… before we picked you up, we were on our way to the Hazbin Hotel!"

"The what, wait," Moxxie froze until it hit, "the hotel for Sinners. I heard about that in the news before lau-" he stopped himself and said, "laundry day."

"You know," Charlie began, "we are a bit understaffed and I know Imps can have a hard time finding decent work out here," she gestured to him, "would you, perhaps, be interested in coming over? If it's not too much trouble?"

"Hey, back off, I saw him first! You already have Vaggie!" Angel Dust told them as he jabbed a finger at the one eyed woman.

"Excuse you!" she growled while Charlie shook her hands no immediately.

"That's not what I-"

"And besides, Sinners are one thing, but what the hell would an actual demon be interested in redemption for anyhow? He was born here, remember?" Angel Dust reasoned.

"Well, I think it would be nice seeing how he's a hero after all," Charlie retorted, "someone who values another's life like that should totally be given another opportunity to do more good! Right, Vaggie?"

"While I think you have a point, we shouldn't just invite anyone," Vaggie placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder before glancing at Moxxie and bluntly said, "no offense."

Moxxie didn't really pay it any mind though. He had to think about that Hotel. When he heard about it, he genuinely laughed. Maliciously too. Sinners were such shitty souls they landed here to be punished. And the only reason they weren't considered slaves or lower casts such as Imps was only due to the fact there were so many and they had their uses, they could actually gain power, didn't die normally, and there surprisingly so many.

Between the Imps and hellhounds, they could be called superior were it not for the fact they were banned from other rings and were naturally culled like trash. Naturally, this caused friction among Hell's "rabble". And Moxxie didn't care about Sinners.

He didn't care for a lot of demons just in general since many were just… well, nasty. But Sinners? They were losers who screwed up so bad up there that they landed down here. He found it to be beyond unfair that they weren't considered lower than him or hellhounds, hell's actual tried and true denizens.

But he didn't say this aloud of course too often of course due to his own… nature. And hey, the ones like Angel Dust we're at least attractive.

It made him question why he did what he did in the first place. He saved a Sinner. And now? Instead of saying no like any demon should when offered such a chance, he was actually thinking about it.

'I really am broken,' he thought to himself.

"Before you consider an answer!" Charlie practically bounced in her seat as she looked at Moxxie, "Mr. Moxxie, I want to show you the hotel, if you don't mind of course."

"Oh, not at all, your highness," Moxxie responded faster than meant to. He was so caught off guard by how… genuine she already was. He thought she'd at least be more… sinister in private given her status.

"Yay," she giddly cheered, "I promise you won't be disappointed."

XXX

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel where the road leads to redemption!" Charlie cheered as she opened the doors and revealed to Moxxie her grand architecture of self healing.

And Moxxie had to admit, he definitely wasn't disappointed. The place had such a wonderful twenties style he found quite charming. Polished. New. And definitely inviting. He heard rumors the place was just another rundown mess, but that was months ago. The fallen angel's daughter definitely put in some work and elbow grease.

"Can't say surprised by how well it is since you made it, your highness," Moxxie praised only to nearly be bowled over by the porn star.

"Good satan, man, just eat her out already!" Angel Dust groaned, "you're kissing more ass than a playboy butler."

"Jee, God forbid someone say something nice about the place for once," Vaggie shot back on Moxxie's behalf. That was very new and refreshing. He could definitely see himself being Charlie and Vaggie.

Angel Dust, however, was getting very grating, "You know, I did save you. And it looks like they're at least trying to be civil."

Angel Dust rolled his eyes, "Ugh, for an Imp, you sure are a pansy."

"Anyway!" Charlie cut in, "that's not all, we have other staff here too!"

Suddenly, Moxxie felt an intense gaze fall up his head and his spine straightened out like he had been just struck by lightning. Slowly, he turned his head up and saw a single eye staring down at him with the intensity he put into aiming down his sights. Like he was about to die right at this moment.

Before he could reach for his holster, the pupil shrank and shouted, "A man! A real man!"

"Aaaargh!" Moxxie screamed as it pounced on him faster than he could react and he felt a lightweight latch to his chest. Instead of death, however, it was a tiny cyclops woman.

"Hey, handsome," she huskily purred, "what brings you here?"

"This is Nifty, our maid," Charlie told as Vaggie started prying her off, "She cleans, she disinfects, and she likes men, a lot."

"I like bad boys, hehe," Nifty giggled a little maniacally as she did her best to latch on despite Vaggie's strength, "Angel Dust told me about what you did, you naughty little Imp."

"Little?" Moxxie mumbled. He was simply taken back by the hypocrisy

"She does and says all that shit, and your focus is her sizing you up?"

Moxxie turned to the gruff voice and saw the creature who spoke. Then he recognized him, "Hey, I remember you."

"That makes one of us," He grumbled back.

"And that is our one and only cherished barkeep!" Charlie happily announced, "Husk!"

"You're that jerk who knocked me down during the extermination riot!" Moxxie growled a little beastly upon saying that.

"Huh… oh yeah, the Imp who didn't know how to walk," Husk grunted as he poured himself another, "at least you can shoot."

Moxxie growled but chose not to make any further comments. No point in it, he thought. Two Demons he didn't like, two he did, and one who needed to stay out of arm's reach.

"Oh, he's angry," Nifty purred, "are you gonna show us your guns?"

"Well, prin-charlie," Moxxie said as he dusted himself off, "you have a really nice hotel set up."

"Thank you," Charlie giggled, "but there's one more person I was hoping you'd get to meet… he isn't here though."

"Lucky you, prince lacking," Angel Dust said as he plopped down on the couch with a Popsicle in his mouth, "you definitely wouldn't like him."

Moxxie raised a brow, "And who would that be?"

Vaggie muttered a curse in what Moxxie recognized as Spanish but her words never left her throat as there was an explosion at the front of the hotel. Without skipping a beat, Moxxie actually pulled a select rifle from… his pocket and rushed to cover while everyone nonchalantly moved to see what was going on outside.

He heard Husk mutter, "that guy again."

"Hey, wait…" Moxxie slowly realized that he was with princess Morningstar. Of course they weren't in any real danger. Right? Well, he'd follow them and play it safe. For now.

"Where is that cowardly Overlord!" He heard outside.

"What the," the moment he walked out of the hole in the wall, he saw a blimp, "actual fuck!? Is that who I think it is!?"

"Yep, Sir Pentious," Vaggie nonchalantly groaned as she pulled out her spear and Charlie just waved high at him, "every fuckin' week with this guy at least."

"Bring me the Overlord so that I may vanquish him and display the power of my intellectual might!" Inside was a snake man surrounded by egg shaped minions. They didn't seem all that bright.

Not any of them.

"Huh… and he's attacking you?"

"Well, no, an overlord who works with us named-"

An explosion that went off really close to Moxxie went off, cutting Charlie off. And that triggered Moxxie's fight or flight mode. He chose the former, whipping out his rifle and immediately firing at the cockpit windows.

"I demand-holy sssshit!" Sir Pentious immediately hit the deck while his eggs ran around as several bullets came flying then ricocheting in, "ccceassse fire, my villain monologue wasssn't done!"

"Nice shooting, tex," Angel Dust whistled to Moxxie who was on one knee and aiming with clearly natural technique. Meanwhile, Nifty, in Vaggie's arms, was drooling from "bad boy on bad boy violence".

"It's Moxxie and thank you," He replied, making Husk and Angel Dust glance at him like he was odd.

"Aaaargh!" they heard a scream from the blImp, "my hat was hit! Retreat! Retreat! I'll be back, you Hazbin Hooligans!"

Once the blimp somehow went in reverse, making Moxxie scratch his head, he had to clarify, "and that's every week?"

"At least," Charlie nervously chucked as she rubbed her arm. But she went back to being excited, "so, what do you think!?"

"If this is a job offer, I'm not exactly sure what I could do…" Moxxie was hesitant. Aside from Sir Pentious, he wasn't much around here he could do with what they already have got. Though, he could use the extra money. But still.

"Can you cook?" Vaggie asked.

"Of course, who can't?" Moxxie replied, unintentionally insulting Husk and Angel Dust.

And Vaggie nodded, "There ya go, that's one."

"And added muscle aside from him," Husk shrugged, "even if it is small."

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "Thank you, backhanded compliments are always nice to hear."

Husk just drank and shrugged.

"And, who knows, maybe you could try being… redeemed?" Charlie told, but didn't want to sound wrong. Moxxie was a demon born Imp after all. How does one redeem that? And Charlie wasn't after redemption herself either. She continued, "Not saying you're a bad person or anything like that, but ya know, if we're giving a shot to Sinners, why not demons too right, hehe!"

"Right," Moxxie muttered, "I already have another job though. At least during the day."

"You could always just do this part time… or come around to hang out. It would be nice, right?" Charlie asked.

It never left Moxxie's mind that she could just force him to work. But what really stuck was the fact that she wasn't forcing him. She was asking, practically pleasing. That only happened once and that was with Blitzo, another Imp. This was… a lot.

There had to be a catch somewhere. Didn't there? He blinked and took that second to consider his life and all the choices he made. Especially when it came to higher powers.

"Hm," Moxxie kicked a rock absently before snapping his fingers, "if I worked here… could I have a room? My own room with… nice furnishings?"

"Of course!" Charlie happily answered.

"Then… I accept!"

Charlie let out the happiest squeal Vaggie ever heard since Angel Dust joined, "Then it's official, Moxxie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

XXXXX

AN: So I've decided to join the Hazbin/Helluva fandom with both art and writing since I feel as though there's now enough material to work with to make a story! And man, I have a lot of inspiration from authors such as CaioCaio, an_undead_gamer_45, and bluedogblue.

I've also been brushing up on all the episodes and reviews to help me craft this story out. I want to give my own flavor and use criticisms I've heard at the show to help make my story out of love for Vizie's works.

Is Moxxie the main guy? Yes. Will I solely focus on him? No. But connections can go a long way, especially in the Hazbin-Helluva world. I won't be making OC's either, plenty of already made characters to work with and use.

I'll also be changing up some lore personalities, but obviously still have tied up to the main story in some ways.

And there will be a major change in Moxxie's… core back story to help differentiate things. Let's just say having characters with mostly/only DADDY issues gets old real quick.

And, yes, M and M aren't married. But who knows what will happen, right? Definitely gives more time to flesh out Millie herself, yeah?