Decided to try my hand in the Hazbin-verse. Hopefully you all enjoy it.

Melody Dear

Chapter One

Pain. That was the word for what she felt as she slumped around the decrepit streets of this place. So simple, but so understated. She didn't know when it all started, but it was there. In every part of her body, from her head that felt like it was cracked open with a sledgehammer, to her feet that felt like they were walking on glass with every step.

Explosions and gunshots could be heard close by, followed by more screams and whimpers. It didn't matter how far she went, it seemed that there was always something wrong around every corner. Somehow it made her pain more intense. Her thighs and back burned, her arms and legs felt like they were stabbed by multiple needles. Breathing was difficult, and it felt like someone had carved into her stomach.

She wanted to fall. To sleep. But she couldn't. Not until she was safe. Wherever this was, she needed to get somewhere away from the noise and violence.

Her grip tightened on the flyer in her hand. She was barely able to read it, her eyes focused in and out on her, but the colors made it stand out, especially against the black and red landscape she was in. The words "hotel," "healing," and "good people" were what caught her attention, and they were all things she needed.

So she walked. Kept moving towards the looming building on the hill, even as everything got dark and her mind began to cloud. Every step closer was enough to make her force through the pain. Sadly, determination could only win out for so long. As she moved past the gate and started up the hill, her knees finally buckled and the world dipped to black.

Angel got out of work late again. Valentino forced him to perform for almost twelve hours and still smacked him around. No reason. He just wanted to rile himself up before taking Angel to bed again.

He cursed under his breath, one hand on his left eye. Angel just hoped it was either Charlie or Husk that greeted him this time. The hotelier was the one who did last time Val beat his ass, and it wasn't pleasant. The spider hadn't closed his bedroom door all the way shut before he left, causing Fat Nuggets to get out. When he got back, Alastor was holding the pig by his ribbon. He informed Angel that Fat Nuggets had made a mess of a room he had just renovated, ruining a lot of the new furniture in the process. Needless to say, the Radio Demon was none too pleased with having to start over.

"Keep your pet in your room, or next time, he'll become everyone's breakfast," he had said before tossing the spider his pig.

Angel shuddered at the memory as he opened the gate to the hotel grounds. Alastor looked about ready to kill him, and if not for Val's beating, Angel got the impression that Alastor would have done something worse. Honestly, it was easy to forget just how dangerous he was. He was apart of the hotel's daily life. Interacting with him was inevitable. But he was normally laid back and civil with them. It was only in these rare moments that Angel remembered that he was a dangerous overlord.

As Angel trudged up the hill, he noticed a demon passed out on the pathway. It would have been one thing if they were by the gate. Hell was full of drunks, druggies and unfortunates. But none of them ever walked up the hill because it required too much physical effort. Angel's eyes narrowed, a low hum escaping him before he moved to approach the demon.

It was a woman, probably slightly taller than Charlie, with long, dull blonde hair that was messy and poorly cut. Her skin was blotchy, looking porcelain white in some areas, pearl grey in others, and charcoal in several small spots. Her face was the shade of ash, black veins stretching from beneath her eyelids down to her cheeks. Her upper lip was a light, dull purple that matched with her skin tone too well, but her bottom lip was black. Her finger and toenails were also black, cut short but still sharp like claws. From these nails and her bottom lip, black lines came out and ran all the way to her torso. She had two sets of bat ears, a larger pair on top of her head, and a smaller pair at the sides. The larger pair was covered in dull blonde fur with brown fur at the tips, and the smaller pair was white with black fur tips. She was only wearing a pale blue dress, short and completely tattered. Finally, clutched in her right hand, was a flyer with bright colors on it.

The porn star removed the parchment from her hand with a little difficulty. The flyer was hand drawn, and looked like it was made by a kid. "Yep. Definitely Charlie's work," he muttered before staring down at the woman. She didn't look hurt, save for a few scrapes. However, her breathing was labored, and despite the girl's odd complexion, even by Hell's standards, the color in her face was drained. Her two eyes were shut tight and her body shivered, something Angel knew wasn't from the weather this time of year.

After some time, he let out a sigh and picked her up in his lower arms before continuing his walk to the hotel. As much as his body protested, he wasn't going to leave the girl there. Not only were there too many freaks who'd take advantage of that, but because he couldn't allow her trip to go unfinished. She clearly used all of her energy to get here, and anyone who really wanted to follow Charlie was worth bringing in.

When he opened the front door, Alastor and Niffty had set up a table to sit at. They both looked annoyed at him, but neither spoke with Angel, their eyes moving to the demoness in his arms. Husk, who had been cleaning bottles, stopped what he was doing and stared at the form in the porn star's arms, all while Sir Pentious's eyes widened and his body stiffened on the sitting room couch.

"Charlie!" Angel called, cupping his free hand to his mouth. "Get down here! We got one!" He said before turning towards the bartender. "Husk, grab something strong. She's out cold!" Angel then moved towards the sitting area. "Get up so I can put her down, man," he said to the snake.

Pentious obeyed, staring at the woman with worry. Alastor and Niffty got up to join the residents, the former giving her an inquisitive eye. Husk stopped what he was doing, placing the bottle in his hand down and his rag over his shoulder, then went searching the liquor. "What the fuck happened?" He asked, going over his selection before choosing an unopened bourbon.

Alastor leaned forward and Husk moved towards them. "Indeed. Where'd you find this unfortunate soul?" He asked, intrigue suddenly alleviating his mood.

Husk joined them just as Charlie and Vaggie came downstairs. The princess's enthusiasm turned to shock and concern, reiterating Husk and Alastor's questions as they hovered around the girl. "I don't know," Angel said, moving aside so Husk could get close to the demoness. "But she passed out on the path up here. And she was holding this," he told Charlie, handing her the hotel flyer.

Charlie took the crinkled parchment, her frown deepening. "This is one of the flyer's I put in the city square... Right under the hourglass," she said, her eyebrows furrowing.

Alastor moved to the other end of the couch, letting out a hum and taking note of their new guest's lower body while Husk brought the bottle of bourbon to her nose. Most of her scratches were on her legs and knees, and he noticed her feet were blistered and covered in dry blood. "Hm. Looks like she walked all the way here," he said, adjusting his monocle.

Vaggie and Charlie moved to stand next to him, getting a quick look at her feet before a groan brought them out of their musings. Looking up at the girl, everyone watched as she stirred. Her jaw clenched and her mouth formed a grimace. Her nose scrunched up, and her tightly shut eyes began to twitch as if fighting against opening them. She clenched the couch and instinctively tried to move her head away, but Husk kept her in place with only a hand on her forehead.

Curved, triangular-shaped eyes opened. They had royal purple sclera and lavender pupils, dazed and unfocused. The effort it took to open them was great, and despite her attempt to come to, fighting against the weight of her eyelids, her body went limp. Her hands released the couch fabric and her eyes slid shut as her face relaxed.

Husk held the bottle under nose for a few more seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and taking a swig of it. He stood up straight and removed his hand from her head. "Well, she ain't getting up," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Can't say I'm shocked. Despite her shaking, she's warm."

Pentious placed the back of his hand where Husk's was. "Oh dear, he's right," the snake said before turning to the others. "What should we do?" He asked them.

Vaggie crossed her arms and turned to her girlfriend. "That's a good question. I didn't think sinners could get sick," she admitted, confusion covering up her own concerns.

Charlie sighed. "Well, it takes a lot more than it did when they were human. But there are some things that can get them that way," she explained before moving to the other end of the couch. "I think the best thing for now is to clean her up and put her to bed. Hopefully it's just exhaustion and she'll feel better when she wakes up."

The princess then turned to the Radio Demon. "Alastor, would you get a room ready and grab some medical supplies, please?" She asked him.

The overlord's eyes narrowed before giving Charlie a small bow. "Of course, my dear. Give me just a few moments," he said. And with that, Alastor dipped into the shadows and left.

And, first chapter done. This is my first Hazbin Hotel fic, so do be patient with me.