Chapter 1 - The New Arrival

The night was coming to an end, after the unsuccessful attack on the inhabitants of the Hazbin Hotel made by Sir Pentious, Charlie and her friends entered the hotel to enjoy a fresh dish of Jambalaya Alastor had made from his mothers recipe.

After dinner, the residents headed to their respective rooms to get some shut eye.

Husk was passed out on the bar counter after downing a couple bottles of cheap booze.

Angel Dust fell asleep in his room with Fat Nuggets curled up in his arms.

Alastor snapped his fingers and was transported to the broadcasting room of the hotel surrounded by a ring of fire.

Niffty was sleeping in a closet somewhere, apparently being burnt out from cleaning the rest of the hotel.

And Charlie and Vaggie entered their room together to prepare for the next day. As Charlie and Vaggie laid in bed together, Charlie reflected on the day she had just had. Although it didn't go as how she planned, her and Vaggie went live on air to tell all of Pride about the hotel and the exciting opportunity sinners had as they had the chance to redeem themselves and go to Heaven.

Meeting the infamous Radio Demon Alastor and convincing him to help work at the hotel, as well as bringing two extra pairs of hands to help around, that being Niffty and Husk.

And whatever just happened outside…

All in all, she considered it a progressive day, even if Alastor only wishes to help just to see the hotel fail, or Angel Dust being problematic in trying to get his soul redeemed. As Vaggie fell asleep next to Charlie, Charlie stared out the window into the city of Pride.

Although she knew it would not be easy, she was ready to face the challenge of helping redeem sinners from hell, and whatever problems that would come with it. As her eyes slowly closed while staring out at the city, she looked up to the sky and let her thoughts wander.

She stared at the moon, the pentagram etched into its surface surrounding it in a dark, almost calming hue.

Even in hell, the night sky always looks so beautiful.

Her eyes wandered over to Heaven, bright gleaming light bouncing off of it and illuminating Hell. The pearly white gates could almost be seen from the inhabitants down below, just barely out of their grasps.

One day, I know one day I'll send a sinner to Heaven. They may call it dumb, but I know it'll work.

Her eyes drifted away from Heaven, her attention being caught by a nearby shooting star. Its white glow drifting through the sky.

Oh a shooting star, maybe I'll wish for the hotel to redeem a thousand sinners by the next Cleansing. Wouldn't that be something?

…

…

…Wait…Hell doesn't have shooting stars…

Charlie's eyes shot open, staring at the object flying through the sky. She couldn't tell what it was, it almost looked like light was shining off of it, did it mean something? Charlie turned to Vaggie and started to shake her, trying to wake her from her slumber.

"Vaggie! Wake up, look at the window, you gotta see this!" Vaggie mumbled something while waking up, obviously not too pleased that she was awoken in the most harshest way possible by her girlfriend.

"What hon, what is it?" Vaggie asked while turning to face Charlie.

"Look! It's a…" Charlie turned her head and pointed towards the window, watching the falling object go behind the tall frame of a building next to the hotel.

Oh, dang.

Vaggie looked past Charlies head and followed to where Charlie was pointing.

"That's just a brothel hun."

Charlie looks down at the buildings entrance to see a few imps leaving the establishment, all wearing goofy looking grins on their faces after their 'stimulating' night.

"No it was… I saw a…" Charlie sighed, she knew there was no point in trying to explain it at this moment, she'd wait till tomorrow. That way, she'd be able to tell everyone in the hotel what she saw instead of having to explain it twice.

"Nevermind Vaggs… I'll tell you tomorrow." Charlie watched as an irritated Vaggie rubbed her eye before turning back and falling asleep once more.

As Charlie exhaled and calmed down, she looked back out the window to see the city. The thought of what that object was floated through her mind, but figuring out an answer could wait. For now, she decided getting some rest was the best option, and so Charlie laid her head on her pillow, and slowly fell into a deep sleep with a smile on her face.

While also neglecting to hear a faint boom off in the distance.

(1ST PERSON FOR THE ITALICS)

My head is killing me, feels like I got hit with a cinderblock.

"Whoa, what is that thing?"

"I don't know, you think it's an angel?"

Hard to breath, must've got the wind knocked out of me.

"It ain't an angel dummy, angels have horns AND wings. Do you see any horns or wings on this guy?"

Feels like I need to throw up, I can taste bile at the back of my throat.

"Maybe it's an Exorcist that lost a fight. Oh! Maybe we can get its weapon!"

"The Cleanse just ended, all the Exorcists would've ran to Heaven by now."

I can hear voices, maybe they'll help me. Just gotta…

Wake.

UP.

The man's eyes slowly lifted open, his vision was distorted and was slowly coming back to him. As it did, he found himself lying on the ground in front of two figures, both incredibly short in stature and looked strange to the man.

Both figures had red skin and black and white horns, the one on the left had black hair, white dots on their face that resembled dimples, and wore black shorts and a t-shirt with a pentagram on it.

The figure on the right sported a mohawk, ripped jeans, a sleeveless shirt and a crudely drawn upside down cross tattooed on their left arm.

They looked almost like…

Kids?

The man groaned as he placed his hands on the ground to push himself back up on his feet. His body felt too weak to do anything, even moving his arms took up a lot of energy.

"Oh shoot, I think he's waking up! Lets go!" The imp on the left jumped as the man was slowly coming conscious, before the imp on the right could say anything else, his friend had already ran off without him, leaving a foot trail in the dirt behind him.

The imp on the right turned around and yelled out to his still scared friend, not knowing whether or not his friend could even hear him. "Yea right! Like I'm scared of a little… wannabe… angel…"

As the imp turned around, fear began to fill in his body. As the man slowly rose to his feet, his height towered the imp tremendously. The man wore a baggy robe and long legged pants, both entirely white with dirt smeared about.

As the man stood tall, he opened his eyes fully to look at the creature, the imp simply looked back at him, too scared to speak. The imp could see that the man's eyes were entirely black, like looking into an inky abyss. The only thing he could vaguely make out in the tall figures' eyes were two white pin pricks that acted as his pupils. His face sunken in and covered in black tracings, all centered in on his forehead.

"He…" The man slowly raised his arm towards the child revealing his arm, his skin looked bleached white, like fresh fallen snow. The only color that could be seen on his body were the black tracings flowing down his arm and ending at his nails on his elongated fingers.

"AHHH! I'm sorry I'll never sin again!" The imp quickly whipped his body around and started booking it in the same direction as his compadre. The man watched as both children ran from him in fear, the tattooed one screaming at his friend to wait up for him.

The man's hand fell to his side, finally able to catch his breath, he finished his sentence in hopes of the children hearing him.

"Hello…" The word flowed out of his mouth like a faint whisper.

However, there were too far to hear him, the man realized that he unknowingly scared two, assumingly, small children with just his looks alone. It made him feel a bit…

Bad… ashamed even.

The man looked around himself trying to get his bearings, it looked like he landed in a warzone, or at least the remains of one. He was surrounded by the remains of buildings and rubble, only a select few buildings were still standing. While walking around, a few lit neon signs caught the man's attention, some having designs that certainly stood out than the rest. He saw an establishment with the words "Jezebel's Ginormous Gun Emporium" written on it, underneath the text was a woman with the same horns as the children he saw, holding a large weapon between her sturdy frame.

The other building he saw seemed to be the most normal looking, a building with a sign that said "Samuels Supermarket", the buildings left side was completely blown out, he could see a few broken windows and the doors being blown off its hinges. The man thought that maybe it'd be best to keep walking around.

Growl

The man could feel his stomach growl, a large appetite had finally shown itself to him. Maybe I can grab a quick bite thought the man, after climbing over a large pile of rubble, he found himself in the dark remains of the store. Most of the products on the shelves were destroyed in whatever war occurred outside, thankfully after walking for a bit, the man found some food that wasn't destroyed or rotting.

He picked up an apple, or at least it looked like one to him, its skin felt rough and jagged, the middle of it looked sunken in, and the stem stood up with a point as sharp as a dagger. Perhaps out of curiosity, or hunger, the man bit into the fruit. The insides tasted sweet and succulent, although the skin wouldn't break apart no matter how many times he chewed it, it had the same feeling as chewing paper. The man proceeded to eat a few more of the strange looking apples until something caught his attention.

"C'mon hurry up! I don't want boss to be mad at us."

"I'm trying, but this machine is too advanced even for me."

The man's chewing suddenly stopped as he heard people whispering in the store. Cautiously, he made his way to the front of the building, watching where he stepped so as to not make any noise. After carefully stepping over many piles of shattered bottles, glass, and rubble, the man found himself crouching behind a small shelf looking towards the checkout section of the store, his height making it a pain to entirely hide himself.

Peering around the shelf, the man watched two round figures fidgeting with a cash register, he watched in silence as one of them slammed their hands on a keyboard, most likely trying to get the register open. The two round figures wore black and yellow striped overalls and donned a black and red top hat, their skin had an almost milky color look to it, it almost made them look like…

"Eggs?" The man whispered to himself, trying to get a better look at the creatures, he leaned in towards the shelf and placed his hand on it. Unfortunately, to his surprise, the lightest tap his hand gave made the shelf slowly fall onto its back, making a loud thud that echoed throughout the shop.

WHAM!

The egg-like creatures turned their bodies toward the noise, seeing the man crouched down on the ground staring back at them. Although it was just a few seconds, the man felt like hours were passing by as the eye contact between the three didn't dare break apart. The man opened his mouth to say something only to be cut off by one of the egg creatures.

"OH NO! It's an Exorcist!"

"An Exorcist? That's pretty cool right?"

"Not when there's one in front of you! Let's get outta here!" The egg-like creatures hopped off the register counter and started hobbling to the entrance. Now that the man didn't feel weak anymore, he shouted towards the figures before they could leave.

"Wait, I'm not trying to hurt you!" Both eggs stopped running away and turned back towards the man, both had the look of worry and unease.

"You're not?" Asked the egg creature, shaking where he stood in fear.

"No, I'm not." The man slowly brought himself up to a standing position, showing the eggs just how tall the man actually was.

"I just want to kn-"

Bonk!

"Ow…" The man had accidentally bumped his head on the ceiling, his height was still alien to him somehow.

"Like I was saying… I just want to know where I am, what is this place, who are you people?" The man walked closer to the eggs while waving his hands around him, the action making the eggs hug each other in fear almost as if the man was going to do something to hurt them. Seeing them scared reminded him of the children that ran away in fear when he woke up, the man decided to take a knee in front of them to try and meet them on their level, while also calming their nerves.

The eggs looked at each other and back towards him, they slowly let go of each other while one of them raised their hand to answer the man's question.

"Heh, are you telling me you don't know where you are? Heh heh…"

…

…

"Oh, you really don't. Umm… you may want to take a seat, this'll take a bit to explain."

And so, the egg boiz with the little intelligence they had, answered some of the man's questions. The gears were practically spinning in his head trying to process any of the information that was explained to him.

"So wait, I'm in Hell, and this…place… we're currently in, is called Pride?" Asked the man.

"Yes. the Pride Ring, the topmost ring than all the others." Answered an egg boi almost proudly.

"There's more rings? What are they?" The man said upon hearing the egg say others.

"Well there's…uhh…umm…" The egg sat on the ground dumbfounded, thinking if he's ever been to another ring than Pride. After a whole minute of not saying anything, the egg looked at the man and simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

"OK… can you tell me what happened here? It looks like this place just went through a complete war." The man said while looking out a broken window towards the remains of a few buildings.

"Oh that? that's just the aftermath of the yearly Cleansing. Where once a year, god sends down his Exorcists to help solve the overpopulation problem."

The other egg boi chipped in, "Yea, and it's why we were so scared of you before. Not a whole lot of people in hell wear white clothing, or at least… wear clothing as white as yours." The egg said while pointing to the man's snow white robe and pants.

Exorcists, he's heard that twice now, once from those kids and now from these walking talking egg people.

"Exorcists, what are they? I've heard that name said a few times here but I still don't understand what they are."

The egg boiz suddenly got silent, taking a glance at each other before answering. "Like we said, when The Cleansing starts, Heaven sends down its greatest Exorcists to lower Hells population."

"By…" The man waved his hand around looking for a clear answer.

"Killing demons." Both eggs looked down towards the ground, saddened that the inhabitants of Hell had to go through this every year.

Realizing he was walking into sensitive territory, he decided to change the topic before he could make this conversation awkward.

"Well, can you at least tell me what you two are?"

"Well, we're the Egg Boiz! Sir Pentious's greatest henchmen!" The egg said while standing on a brick, trying to make themselves look like something from an inspirational poster. "We were sent here to collect…something."

The man looked lost in thought before finally coming to, "Wait hold on, henchmen?"

"Yep!"

"As in villain, henchmen?"

"He prefers the term 'Soon to be ruler of Hell', but yes!"

The man scratched his head, are there really villains in Hell? He supposed it made a little sense, but if there were villains in this place, were there any heroes to stop them?

"Heh, well thank you both for the help, I truly appreciate it." He held out his hand to shake their hands, the egg boiz held their hands out to reciprocate the offer only for the man to realize that he may break their tiny hands if he even grabbed them a little too hard. Instead, the man held out a finger for them to shake, although the eggs were confused they decided to shake the man's finger as an alternative to his hand.

As the eggs got up from the floor, they started to make their way towards the door. However, before they could leave, the man walked over to the register and pressed a comically large money sign button next to the keyboard, opening the register without any resistance.

"I think this is what you two were supposed to collect, right?" The man held the register tray to the egg boiz, their eyes glistening as they looked at the large piles of bills in front of them.

"This… is exactly what we needed for the base!" The egg boi grabbed the tray out of the man's hands and lifted it above him.

Only to turn it upside down and dump the cash on the ground.

"A new nacho tray! Thanks mister, we'll put in a good word for you to Mr. Bossman, just in case you wanna be cool strong henchmen just like us!" The other egg boi behind him flexed his arms, trying to show off his nonexistent muscles. Before the man could say anything in response, the egg henchmen had already ran out the front doors, cheering for joy for their new 'nacho tray'.

And so, the man left through the entrance of the store, but not before grabbing a few bills off the ground. If they had currency in this place it'd be good to have a little bit of it, call it a rainy day fund.

Does it even rain in this place?

As the man walked outside the store, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for the journey he was about to embark on. The air smelled of smog and burnt hair making him cough a little bit, but other than the coughing fit, the man set out to explore the unknown, welcoming whatever challenges that may present themselves to him.

And, if he ever came face to face with the locals, he'll be sure to greet them…

With a smile.

Meanwhile, at a tower overseeing the city.

(Same time Charlie and them went to bed.)

Although the night was coming to an end, Lucifer Morningstar felt no need to sleep. With the yearly Cleanse finally coming to an end, so did Lucifer's biggest source of entertainment. Ruling over his subjects no longer brought him joy, sure, he could make their lives miserable as much as he wanted, but he knew if he did he'd get an earful from his daughter about 'redemption' and 'saving sinners from eternal damnation'.

Walking up to his window, Lucifer looked out across Pride. His thoughts wandering as he witnessed the same destruction and crimes that took place in the city day after day, murders, carjackings, prostitution, it was like a broken record to him, playing the same thing over and over again.

And the overlords of Pride weren't any better, Vox continued to manage Hell's tv stations as well as taking them over whenever he had a ridiculous message to tell people, Valentino was working his whores down to the bone like any typical pimp in Atlanta, Velvette maintained Hell's social media platforms like a dictator over brain dead screen addicted toddlers.

And Alastor decided to work with his daughter in that ridiculous hotel.

Lucifer could only sigh as his eyes wandered up to the dark skies of Hell and towards Heaven, perhaps his brother was having more fun being a ruler than he was. Although, considering their religious ways, he wouldn't be surprised if all they did was eat stale bread and drink cheap wine every day.

His eyes were drawn away from Heaven as a flying object in the sky came across his vision, perhaps he should go to bed.

A shooting star, maybe I'll wi-

"A SHOOTING STAR!?" He yelled in quick realization, looking closely at the object he swore it looked like…

A person?

Lucifer followed the object's trajectory as it came crashing down in an area of Pride that had suffered major damage from The Cleansing. Unable to see the impact due to the nearby buildings, he could definitely feel the impact as his feet vibrated at the top of his crimson tower.

Lucifer walked over to his desk and picked up his phone to make a call. As ruler over the Pride ring, Velvette gave him all of his subjects contact information so that he may tell any inhabitant what they must do if he so wishes. After scrolling through his phone for a minute, his finger finally landed on the name Juxtable Hensworth, an overlord of the production department of Hell.

He pressed the call button and after a few minutes, the call was picked up.

"Who's calling? The fuck do you want?"

"Is that really how you should be talking to your ruler?"

"Oh! Mr. Morningstar, I deeply apologize for my outburst, I didn't realize it was you!" Even Lucifer could feel the man's fear through the phone's speaker.

"Apology accepted, just don't let it happen again." His voice becoming deeper and more menacing at the end.

"Of course my lord, what is the reason for this late night call, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It seems a strange object has landed in the ruins near your territory, I'd like you to check it out for me."

"An object? Why do I gotta check out that unclaimed territory because of an object?"

"If you wish to live to hear that answer, I would recommend not asking me such frivolous questions, go out there, see what landed, and report back to me what you found. This is the last time I will say this."

"Understood my lord, I'll get right to it."

"Oh and Juxtable, before you go, I'd bring some backup, just in case."

BEEP!

As Lucifer hung up the call, he walked back towards his window and looked to the ruins again, whatever landed out there caught his attention, and morbid curiosity made him want to know what it was. Even if Juxtable failed at finding it, he'd figure it out for himself.

No.

Matter.

What.

End of chapter 1