Well...a lot of love for this after the first chapter. Hopefully you all enjoy the update just as much.

Melody Dear

Chapter Two

Alastor sipped his coffee, enjoying the quiet of the early morning. Very few demons rose at this hour, and many who were out late were passed out at this time of day. This provided a rare few hours of silence in Pentagram City, without the hustle, bustle or tussle the town normally provided throughout the day. It was peaceful, and unlike most other sinners, Alastor did take pleasure in the time he got in the noiseless hours. It was just a shame he didn't really have the time to himself today.

A small groan brought him out of his musings, his eyes narrowing before looking down at the new hotel guest. He had placed her in one of the newer rooms, in part because those were the keys he had on hand, but mostly as a means to gain more of the princess's favor. He took his job as hotelier seriously, and made it a point to never refuse any reasonable request without a good reason. Even if it meant doing things he wouldn't consider outside the hotel walls. Sadly, that also meant agreeing to keep an eye on their new guest until she awoke.

The Radio Demon permitted himself a heavy sigh before placing his coffee mug down. It was a boring job. Outside of stirring a few times over the last few days, the woman showed no signs of waking at any point soon. She had been like this now three nights and two days, lying almost completely lifeless, with only the occasional sound and twitch indicating she hadn't just died again. Hell, even the rise and fall of her chest was barely noticeable.

If there was one thing that kept him from hating the task, it was his curiosity about the lesser demon. The other night, he had intended on talking to Angel about his pet pig, specifically so it wouldn't shit in his bedroom and stink up the halls anymore. But when the spider came in with her, his barely concealed annoyance was replaced by intrigue, his forced smile turning into the grin of a Cheshire cat. A new face at the hotel was so rare, and this one was particularly unique.

He had seen people with multiple skin tones when he was alive, but that was almost unheard of down in hell. A similar thing could be said about her ears. In fact, in his almost century down in Hell, Alastor had never seen such a thing. However, what struck him the most were the black veins under her eyes. He almost believed she would bleed black, and had to remind himself that this wasn't possible. Black blood was typical of hellborn demons while sinners still had their sanguine essence in their veins. Had Alastor not seen the blood on her feet the other night, he would have been tempted to cut her just to see if she did. Honestly, it was difficult being a gentleman sometimes.

A hand came up to rub his forehead without even thinking about it, his tall ears pinning back as a dull throb rose to his head. His intrigue could only keep him preoccupied for so long, even with his questions on what brought her here. Something desperate, he was sure, but that did nothing to make the time go by faster.

The good news was that she was getting better. Her injuries were now healed and her ash-colored face was now back to its normal hue. The fever she had when she got to the hotel was on the cusp of breaking, she was breathing normally, and she was no longer shaking. That meant that she would come to at any point.

Alastor let out another sigh, this time out of relief. He had decided to provide more than just a first aid kit for the girl. Without being asked to, no less. The IV in her arm not only provided much needed hydration but also any medication and vitamins she could need. Without it, he was sure he'd be waiting until the end of the week for her to even crack her eyes open, forget regain consciousness.

He picked up his mug, taking another sip as he soaked in the work he had done on the room. One of his finer works, even if it wasn't his style. Besides, he was sure the young demoness would appreciate it. The floorboards were black, with a rectangular, white and black ornate rug covering the floor from the near the head of the bed to just a few feet away from the white fireplace. The walls were painted black and neon purple drapes were hung around the window. The headboard, comforter, and front pillows of her bed were a deep royal purple, with white sheets and pillows to go with them. She had a wardrobe, bedside tables, bookshelves and chairs made with burgundy stained wood. The chairs were cushioned, and had the same color fabric as her comforter. The lights were a nice custom design Alastor had found, shaped in the outline of bat wings, two shining neon purple while the other two were white.

The Radio Demon looked at the lights for a moment before looking back at the new guest's ears. He hadn't intended to be so on the nose when he chose this room, but the coincidence never failed to get a chuckle out of him. He briefly wondered why the woman didn't have wings to match her nocturnal visage, then wondered what they would even look like. He had a hard time imagining them, mostly due to the different tones of her skin.

"Un...wha...?" A quiet voice spoke.

Alastor's head perked up, eyes snapping back to the present before looking back at the demoness. Rich purple orbs opened, lavender eyes gazed up at the ceiling, blinking and unfocused.

A broad smile returned to Alastor's face. Freedom at last. "Ah, good to see you're awake, my dear," he said, leaning forward.

He had expected her to bolt upright and cower at the sight of him. To scramble until she fell off the bed before asking where the hell she was. However, as her eyes focused on him, all he got was a brief look of shock followed by severe confusion.

"H...who are you?" She croaked out before turning her head away.

An interesting first question, Alastor thought. There wasn't a single demon in Hell who didn't know who he was, and only some who didn't recognize him on sight. Even those who had only been here a short while learned who he was within a week or two of their arrival. Had she suffered some brain damage they weren't aware of, or had she really only manifested in Hell recently?

"Where am I?" She then said, her voice even quieter.

The Radio Demon stood up and moved so he was in the lady's line of sight. "Oh, where are my manners?" Alastor said, rolling his eyes before making eye contact with her again. "My name is Alastor, dear. I am the facility manager here at the Hazbin Hotel," he told her.

More confusion welled in the demon's eyes, trying and failing to form words for several moments. Alastor let his cane touch the floor, tapping his fingers and watching her struggle for a few moments. Her mouth opened and closed for several minutes, and when words did finally leave her mouth, they were barely above a whisper.

"I don't remember getting here," she said, forcing herself to sit up.

Alastor let out a hum and looked at the claws of his gloved hands. "Well, you technically didn't. You got close but passed out on the sidewalk outside," he said, getting her to look back at him, her alert eyes seeming haggard by the bags underneath them. "Thankfully, one of our other guests found you and decided to carry you inside. Other Hell Denizens would have either left you there or dragged you elsewhere," he added, picking up his cane and holding it behind his back.

That statement made her body jolt straight. "Hell Denizens?" She repeated, her voice cracking.

The Radio Demon smirked inwardly, but kept himself from showing it. Instead, he turned to her, feigning the look of a deer in headlights. "Oh my," he said, barely able to cover up his amusement. "You only got here recently, didn't you? You poor thing," he said, placing a hand over his chest. This was turning into quite the entertaining morning. "I do hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your human life is over! Welcome to the afterlife of a demon sinner, Miss...?"

He expected more floundering. For her to deny what he had said, perhaps even try to tell herself that she was hallucinating or dreaming. But just as before, the demoness reacted in a way he had not anticipated. Her eyes widened and she again moved to speak, only to stop herself short. Usually, new arrivals did this out of panic, the fear of being owned just by letting slip their real names. It's why so many sinners changed their names to begin with. However, this was not the case with her. At first there was a flash of confusion in her eyes, but then it faded. Her expression turned blank, almost as lifeless as she had looked the last few days, her eyes just completely lost.

Alastor looked on for several minutes before deducing why she had reacted this way. He almost wanted to laugh then and there. This just could not be true. "You do have a name, don't you, my dear?" He asked, feigning concern as he took a seat on her bed.

The question brought her out of a trance, and she bit her lower lip. In spite of the situation, she still turned to face Alastor, her curved-triangular eyes narrowed in worry. "I...I'm sorry, Mr. Alastor," she said to him, gripping her sheets as she balled her hands, "But whatever name I had...I don't remember what it was."

She jumped when Alastor let out a brief but hearty laugh. "Oh, manners! Those are severely lacking in Hell," he said, grinning widely. He then pat the girl on her head, her four ears parallel with the floor. "No need to apologize for what you can't control, my dear. Many demons choose new names when they get here, so even if you don't remember, I'm sure you'll come up with one that you like!"

Explosions started going off in the distance, getting a startled screech out of the bat. Alastor chuckled at the sight. This one was fun.

"Let me get you some breakfast, my dear! Something hearty and filling should do you some good," Alastor said, getting up and walking towards the door. "You just relax here and I'll be back before you know it!" And with that, the Radio Demon left, a jovial tune playing as he walked out.

And here we are at the end again. I hope you all enjoyed the update, and I look forward to the future chapters.