For all the exploring he had done during his time in this realm, this area was somewhere Doomguy was not familiar with to say the least. He examined his surroundings and this looked like a very rough part of Pentagram City...well rougher than usual for the Pride Ring's standards. This area looked like it was mainly inhabited by low-tier gangs, thugs, drug dealers, and any other demon that fit in that category. Most demons that were smart knew not to go through this area unless they felt like losing all their valuables.
Due to the fact he had never been here before, it would most likely take him some time to remember the area. As he was wandering, he didn't notice that he had walked into a gang's territory. How unfortunate for them.
"Woah, what the fuck?" One of the members said as he put his cards down on the table; as he didn't expect to see the Slayer walk near their warehouse.
"What da fuck is that friggin' human doing here?" Said another as all the gang members held their guns up due to the rumors about the Slayer's dangerous nature. They weren't taking any chances.
"How the fuck should we know?" The tone of the group wasn't very good. Most of them were honestly scared.
"Can all of you fuckin' calm yer shit? Look here, I'm Ricky, and these are my boys," he said, giving a personal introduction to the Slayer. "Now, you typically must not realize where the hell yer at cause this is our territory, and we don't like outsiders. So it's time for you to get on yer way before something goes wrong."
The Slayer didn't typically like others telling him what to do, so he just remained in place with balled-up fists staring right back at Ricky.
"Okay, so I guess you must have some shit hearing," Ricky said.
"He ain't listening. Guess we gotta make him listen."
"I think some rounds into that armor will send a message."
"Nah, Nah. I don't think all that trouble is worth it yet," Ricky said to his men.
"Why not, eh? He's literally just standing there, refusing to move. He clearly doesn't got it yet."
"Thank you for fucking pointing out that he has not moved from the same spot he just was in. I couldn't FUCKING tell," Ricky said. But as he was raising his voice, an even louder noise followed.
BANG
The Slayer felt a slight impact hit off his helmet. The impact was a bullet. He slowly turned behind him to see who just shot at him. It wasn't that hard to figure out who pulled the trigger as one of the demons who was holding a gun at the Slayer looked like he had just broken a vase in front of their parents.
"You stupid son of a bitch," one of them said. From there, it started up constant chatter again from the group.
"W-W-Wait, wait, wait. That was an accident. M-My trigger finger slipped. Ya know?"
"How the fuck does your trigger finger slip? You got to be that fuckin' stupid, ya know?"
"It was an accident, I swear. I just slipped up and let a round go. I AUGH-" He started to say again before getting blasted in the stomach with a shotgun blast. The blast created a large hole in his stomach and sent his body across the pavement.
All the members looked at the now lifeless corpse and then looked back at the only person around that could have caused that. They saw as the Slayer now had a fuming shotgun in his right hand and was the one who had just killed him.
"HEY, WHAT DA FUCK HUH? Why did you got to something like that, you big son of a bitch!" One of them yelled; from there, it was defense mode once again as people started shouting and pointing their weapons back
"YEAH WHAT THE FUCK!"
"THAT SHIT WASN'T NECESSARY!"
"I don't think that even hurt you, did it?"
"Sometimes an accident happens, eh? YOU that much of a bitch too understand that?"
"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH," Ricky said, speaking up again for the rest of his surviving members. "I think we all need to fucking calm down here before shit hits the fan."
"Why the fuck we gotta do that hm? We're playing like pussies acting like this human can just walk on our turf and just kill us whenever he wants?" A member protested.
"I'm not fucking saying that shit, but I don't think we'll be the fucking ones to actually be able to kill this big son of a bitch," Ricky said, trying to get it through the minds of all of how the Slayer is not easy to kill.
The Slayer could tell how tense and on edge everyone was around him. He still remained calm and collected as ever. All he did was cock his shotgun in the expectation that this was going to turn into a brawl. And the sound that came from the shotgun being cocked did not go unnoticed at all and put them all even more on edge.
"HEY, HEY, YOU BETTER DROP DA GUN,"
"We will unload on you motherfucker!"
"NO, I'm fucking telling y'all, if you do what I think yer about to do, it won't end well," Ricky said once again, trying to calm down his gang.
"Nah, Nah. We ain't no motherfucking pansies that can be pushed around by a human, ya know?"
"Yeah, how are we gonna get any respect with the other gangs if we are known to just roll over?"
"You also get respect by being fucking smart and not being god damn fucking delusional," Ricky responded, trying to talk some real sense real.
BANG
Once again, a case of trigger finger slipped as another bullet was fired at the Slayer. This one hit him right where his right pec would be. That shot right there was the last straw. After that, it was go time.
"Oh boy, you dumb shits did it now," Ricky said as he decided to take several steps back to not be involved in what was about to happen. He was not delusional when it came to how strong the Slayer was and was in no mood for a fight.
The Slayer aimed his shotgun at a group of demons and fired a sticky bomb that landed in between the three of them. The demon looked down at it in confusion, as they had never seen something like this before. But once it started blinking repeatedly, it wasn't hard for them to figure out. But of course, after the time it took them to process what they saw on the ground, process what it did, and what the outcome would be if they didn't move, it was too late. The sticky bomb exploded and sent the three demons flying backward. From there, the rest of the demons started to fire their guns at the Slayer. He simply fired back and remained unaffected by all the bullets that were ricocheting off his armor. He went on the offensive as he ran at the demons to close the gap between himself and them.
He approached one and sent a blast into its leg, practically blowing the whole limb off. The demon cried out in pain and fell down to a knee while the Slayer used his blade and sliced off his head in one swing. The next nearby demon caught a shell right to the head, which left quite the hole and sent him flying back towards the ground in instant death. As he went over to his next victim, he decided he would get a little bit of pressure off of him and use his shoulder cannon to fire a grenade at another group of demons. This worked like the Slayer intended as they recognized what it did, and all ran and dove for cover to prepare for the blast. The Slayer then looked back at the demon in front of him, that was trying his best to reload his weapon, but due to himself being too scared, he kept fumbling with the clip. The Slayer hit him with a hard kick to the stomach which knocked the wind out of the demon and sent him to the ground as well. The Slayer simply stood over him and pointed his shotgun at his head, and splattered his brain all over the pavement.
The demons were finally starting to realize that this was a bad idea. But unfortunately for them, they were far too deep by this point to back out, so they had to fully commit to trying to kill this human once and for all. As they fired rounds into the Slayer's back, they watched as he picked up the lifeless body of the demon he just killed and hurled it at them, which ended up knocking down a couple of demons due to the force of how hard the body was thrown. He then started to fire several more sticky bombs at the demons, but this time, he made sure he didn't miss them as he stuck all three demons he was aiming at in various places. They tried their hardest to pry the bombs from their bodies, but it didn't help as the bombs blew them up too.
While the others kept on fighting, one demon started to slip away towards a large wooden box that had yet to be opened. He was trying his hardest to remain unseen as he tried to open the top. He kept hearing bullets, screams, and the sounds of bones breaking from behind. He then realized that he couldn't get the top open with his bare hands, so he went over and grabbed a crowbar off the ground and used that to pry open the box. After a short struggle, he succeeded in his efforts, and his eyes lit up at the sight in front of him. Inside the box was a collection of new RPGs that they had gotten from a secret seller. As he admired the sweet weapons, he realized something. The violence had stopped. It had gone quiet...far too quiet for what was supposed to be going on. He looked up to see that every demon that was fighting the Slayer was dead, and the Slayer was now slowly walking toward him.
"You...you goddamn son of bitch. You killin' all my friends. I got something for yer ass," he said as he picked one up from the box and put it over his shoulders. "Try this one on for size, you big fucker." He said again with a smug look on his face as he fired. What he expected to see was a human in several meaty chunks due to the rocket blowing him to smithereens. What he did not expect to see was the Slayer simply backstepped to the right and nearly avoided the rocket as it zoomed past him from around 25 feet away. Now 25 feet is not that far away when you really think about it. "Wait...how...how...did you...that's not...that's not even fucking possible to...you can't...no one could have avoided that." He said. He then saw the shoulder cannon fire something at him. He closed his eyes and covered his face expecting to get blown up. But that didn't happen. Instead, he felt a really cold sensation from his legs and looked down to see that his legs were frozen in place...literally. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He then saw the Slayer marching toward him again and felt more scared than he had ever felt in his life. This was indeed turning into one of those dreams where you tried so hard to move, but you couldn't. By the time the ice bomb was beginning to thaw, the Slayer already sent his blade right through the skull of the demon, killing him as well.
The Slayer retracted his blade and stepped away from the body. It had been a bit since he had to fight any of the beings in this realm. In a way, he didn't think they would try to fight him due to them being afraid of his power.
"Those dumb motherfuckers, ya know I tried to tell them that-" Ricky started to say until he got a shotgun pointed directly at his head from the Slayer. "WOAH, WOAH, WOAH. Okay, you made yer point. I-I ain't like all those you killed, okay? I was tryna to tell them it was a stupid idea. I mean, shit, you just took like a hundred bullets and are still standing like, come on. You think I wanna pick a fight with that?"
The Slayer would be the judge of that, as a lot of beings in this realm seemed to really lack a good sense of intelligence when it came to picking fights with those who they had no chance of beating.
"I don't mean you no harm. You can go about your way, and I won't even remember that this happened," Ricky added.
The Slayer gave him a mean look, but eventually, he slowly lowered his shotgun down to his side. While he didn't trust most things people had to say to him, this demon never did try to join in on the fight and was trying to keep the situation calm before all Hell broke loose. No pun intended. So the Slayer simply turned around and started to head in the complete opposite direction.
For Ricky, an absolute sigh of relief came on his face as he just avoided a very bad situation and probably a rather painful death seeing how this man could sever limbs off of bodies like it was nothing. "Fuckin Hell. Well fuck. This place is a goddamn mess. Wait until these dipshits come back; I'm gonna give them an earful, alright." He said to himself. But he wasn't prepared for how wrong he was going to be.
Hazbin Hotel, Thirty Minutes Later
The anticipation was starting to fade for the large number of news demons that were all hanging around in the hotel's lobby. Now that the Slayer had become exceptionally well known in Hell, he was a prominent topic for conversation. So much so that news stations would love a juicy story involving him as they know that people of Hell would be interested in hearing it. While it remained unknown for the demons inhabiting the hotel, word slowly started to spread that the Slayer was taking shelter in the hotel and after Charlie's...questionable interview a while back about a hotel meant for sinners, it seemed odd that he would find himself here.
"People of Hell don't seem to know how to fuck off today," Husk said to the group huddled around the bar.
"Well, if this place reaches the ultimate expectation, then you, my friend, will have to get used to seeing tons of faces every single day," Alastor responded.
"Huh, neat. But last time I checked, we aren't reaching any fucking expectation right now," Husk said with fake enthusiasm.
"I mean, I guess this can be seen as a good thing. The hotel will be getting some attention from all these reporters," Charlie said, spinning this into a positive.
"While that is partially true hon, this is for the wrong reasons. They are more interested in the massive human we have here, and we don't even know where he is," Vaggie said.
The chatter in the lobby started to die down once the doors began to open. Most figured it was more reporters wanting the same exact story as everyone else. But nope. Through the doors came the man of the hour. He slowly gauged the room as he did not expect to see so many demons in this lobby. He stared at each and everyone as they all stared back at him.
"Look, there he is!" Niffty said quietly to the others.
"Looks like he ain't dead after all," Husk said in response.
"I knew there was no way he could be dead. He's too much of a badass to go down that easy," Angel said as he was happy to see the Slayer again.
"Oh shit, he's here!" One of the reporters said. That seemed to spark something in everyone else as they got to their feet and practically surrounded the Slayer with their cameras and microphones. The flashes from all the cameras were relatively bright and started to annoy the Slayer. All of this started to annoy the Slayer because all these demons were speaking at the same time, blurting out questions left and right and shoving their microphones in his face wanting him to get an answer. The Slayer was really starting to get pissed now. His left hand started to clench tightly into a fist while his right hand started to squeeze the handle of the shotgun he was still carrying since the altercation nearly an hour ago. He had about enough of this and grabbed his shotgun with both hands for them all to see.
CHIK-CHIK
That sound made most of the people standing in front of them nervous, as they thought he was about to start firing on all of them. Knowing about his destructive nature and all the things going around about him, they feared for the worst.
"WOAH, WOAH. I...hold on, please...excuse me," Charlie said as she was trying to be as polite as she could as she squeezed her way through the crowd to get to the Slayer on the other side. "Okay, let's calm it down for a second. Look, while I do believe that all of your approaches to him have been very rude and quite frankly very invasive...that doesn't warrant you killing them all...right?" She said towards the reporters and then to the Slayer, who's stone cold glare still made Charlie feel uneasy at times. After the Slayer kept on staring at her with his shotgun in hand, she decided to withdraw her request. "Well, it's probably a good thing you don't like to talk, as you may not give me a good answer."
"Come on; we've been waiting for this guy for so long," A cameraman said.
"Yes, I realize that. But can't we try to do this in a more civil manner," Charlie requested.
"If not, then go ahead with how you were doing it. By the looks of it, you'll probably get shot by the guy," Vaggie said from behind them.
"If I may ask...what do you expect to really get out of him due to the fact that he doesn't like to talk?" Charlie asked to them all. That response from Charlie got a wide amount of groans from the different news crews.
"God damnit. I always forget that part," said John Clancy, a reporter for the Seven Ring news network.
"Well, that's because it's so fucking unusual that you don't expect it from someone," said by his cameraman.
"Well, then, I'm sure you could answer some questions on his behalf. I mean, you must know some things due to the fact that you've been harboring this human for who knows how long," Clancy said to Charlie.
"I mean, I guess we can," Charlie said as she included the rest of the hotel staff. All of the news demons started to back up from the Slayer and rearranged themselves to where they were in front of Charlie but they also could see the rest of the hotel lobby.
"Fucking hell, if they would have realized this shit sooner, they could have asked these dumb questions like half an hour ago and already be on their fuckin way," Angel said to the others.
"They could have, but what do you really expect from the small minds of the workers of news broadcasting? They aren't paid to think, just to record," Alastor responded.
"That sounds a little hypocritical," Angel said.
"Yeah, Al, I mean, what about your radio broadcasts?" Niffty asked.
"Oh, that's completely different. News done over the radio is much more civil and classier than that done over a silly picture show," Alastor said in his defense.
"Whatever you say," Husk responded.
"Okay...so I guess what do you want to know?" Charlie said to the group of interested reporters in front of her. She saw that they actually were being civil now, and they were raising their hands to ask their questions. "Oh, um. How about you?" She said as she pointed to one.
"Adam French, Pride Ring News, Princess Charlie, do you think you would be able to confirm or deny the rumors about you and the human?" French asked to Charlie.
"Rumors? I haven't heard any type of rumor lately. What rumor would that be?" Charlie asked as she was baffled.
"The rumor about your secret affair with the human. I mean a human dating a demon of Hell, nevertheless literal demon royalty. I mean, that is going to raise some questions," French said, giving her more context to the rumor.
"What?!" Charlie responded as she was taken back by that. "Where the hell did you all hear that?"
"It's Hell...shit gets around," Someone said from the back.
"So is that a yes? Cause so far you haven't said otherwise?" French said, hoping to get a definitive yes or no.
"No, that is not true. I would never," Charlie responded.
"Are you trying to say that the human is ugly?" French asked due to Charlie's response.
"Have you seen that man's body? That's perfection right there. If that doesn't float your boat, then I really want to know what the fuck is your type," said by Kathy Deboys, a reporter from Hell News who was eyeballing the Slayer's massive arms.
"What? No! I did not call him ugly!" Charlie said as they were taking what she said out of context.
"Are you seriously fucking telling me that these are the questions that you are bothering to ask?" Vaggie said, trying to help her girlfriend who was currently in trouble.
"Last time I checked, neither of you were reporters, 'cause if you were, you'd know that drama and shit like this what the demons of hell eat up," French responded.
"Are you both sure there isn't a love affair going on?" Said by a cameraman towards the back of the group.
"There is no fucking affair going on here between the human and anyone in this hotel. If you haven't realized it yet, he's not a guy who cares too much about relationships," Vaggie said once again, answering for Charlie.
They all took a moment to look back to the Slayer to see that he was still focused on all of them while still holding his shotgun in his hands. They did have to admit they were all impressed that he was standing so still and in that same pose.
"Maybe you aren't trying too hard," Deboys said.
"Oh por el amor de dios," Vaggie said to herself as she facepalmed.
"Woah. Turns out I wasn't the only one with this idea," This came from the well-known Tom Trench. It turned out to be a surprise to him that so many other stations had already sent reporters to get a story from the hotel. Although when the others saw him, they all let out another groan.
"Aw come on Trench. We don't need you bugging in on our fucking stories," French said first.
"Yeah, we were all here first, AND we were the ones waiting," said by French's cameraman.
"Well, unfortunately for you all, being first to something in reporting doesn't always mean everything," Tom said in response. Once he said that more and more of the demons started to break out in a loud and chaotic discussion of who was here first and why they should get the first say. While this was going on, Vaggie walked up to Charlie.
"Hon I really think we should use this as a good way to promote the hotel," She said quietly.
"I have been thinking of that. But I also have been cautious of turning them away. They clearly seem interested in the...Slayer as does everyone in Hell. I think our best course of action is to slowly weave it in to the conversation little by little. Trust me; I got a good idea here that could really work out," Charlie said back.
"And what if they start asking you about you apparent 'lovelife' with the human?" Vaggie said with a playful grin.
"Okay then I mayyyyy need your help with that part. But let's hope they don't," Charlie said back before focusing on the group again. "EVERYONE PLEASE. Can we get back to asking questions in a civil manner again. AND no more questions about some love affair that does not exist."
"Well, it's kind of going to be hard to ask questions due to the fact that he won't answer any of them," Clancy said.
"So he really hasn't said anything during his time here? I mean, you all see him nearly every day, and he doesn't say a word?" French asked just to be sure.
"Uh. Y-Yeah pretty much," Charlie said, hoping that wouldn't make them all leave, considering the fact that a group of groans were let out again.
"Well that's not very helpful. While more and more information has been released about him, the people of Hell are curious. They want to know more about him," Tom said this time.
"More than what has already been talked about?" Charlie asked.
"Yes. The people of Hell want to know deeper information about him. What he likes, what he doesn't like, if he has any kinks, turn-ons, turn-offs, where he acquired such a unique suit of armor, how he even managed to get into Hell, or what he even looks like. Ya know, just things along those lines," Tom said giving her a better explanation.
"We don't know what to tell you all. It's not like he's the type of person to just sit down and start rambling on about his life," Vaggie said, speaking up this time.
"Well, then would it be possible if we could get a close-up of his face? Everyone has only seen him with that helmet on. People wanna know what he looks like," Tom replied.
"Fuck yes. We want to know if he looks as good as the rest of him, or he's actually hideous," Deboys added.
"Believe me sister, I can tell you fully that he is not hideous," this came from Angel leaning against a wall.
"Oh? So you have seen his face?" Tom asked.
"Y-Yes I guess we have. Only one time, though. I highly doubt that we will see it again," Charlie replied.
"Aw come on. Look here, human. We realize that ya won't talk to us. But can you at least show the world of Hell what you look like under that helmet?" French said to the Slayer.
The Slayer would not agree to his request. While French didn't notice, the Slayer gave him a mean look in response that was basically telling him no and that he should fuck off.
"Okay, okay, fine. You said you've seen his face. Can you give us a description, at least?" French asked.
"Oh uh. Okay? Um. He has short, dark brown hair, um, brown eyebrows. Green eyes...lots of scarring all over his face I guess," Charlie said, giving her best description.
"Okay we can work with that," French said. This could at least spark drawings or recreations of his face by others.
"So going further with the human, how long has he even been here?" Clancy asked, going towards a new topic of the Slayer's involvement with the hotel.
"Oh. Well it's definitely been some time for sure. I would say several months at least," Charlie said, giving an estimate.
"Several months? Why didn't you ever announce that before? News stations have been dying to get an exclusive with him but nobody ever knew where the fuck he was at," French responded.
"I guess we didn't realize you all wanted an exclusive so badly," Charlie responded.
"Fuck yes we did. I mean shit, it took us hearing all these rumors about this...Hazbin Hotel that...um...what the fuck was the gig with this place again?" Deboys asked. She remembered this place had some type of catch but couldn't remember what.
"As I mentioned a while back on my original interview with 666 News-" Charlie started to say before she was cut off.
"You mean the one where you did that lame song number and got into a fistfight with Katie Killjoy?" French said, which caused a large amount of laughter between all the news teams in the lobby.
"Y-Yes. That one," Charlie said as she felt a little embarrassed being laughed at. "This hotel is still set on finding an alternative way to deal with the overpopulation of Hell and it isn't going to stop now. As you can see, the hotel has been completely revamped and is ready to welcome those who wish to come and have a chance to be redeemed."
"So the human is here because he wants to be redeemed?" Tom asked, trying to establish the Slayer's role here for everyone to figure out.
"Uhhhh...welll...no, not exactly. I don't even think that humans could even be redeemed because they are...not officially dead," Charlie answered with a nervous smile.
"Okay so then he's one of the staff? Like perhaps this place's bouncer. I mean he's got the look of it no doubt," Deboys said next, figuring that she was right.
"Um...well...that's not exactly it either," Charlie said still with a nervous smile on her face.
"So then what is his role here? Is he literally just here for free without having to do anything?" Deboys asked.
"Are you absolutely sure there aren't some sexual favors being exchanged in order to pay rent? Cause I know there are a lot of horny and sex-deprived fucks out there that offer that," French then asked as he was going back to the affair thing.
"No! There is no sexual favors, no affair, nothing like that. I am just providing him with some help. I mean, how could he get a job or earn any type of money here being human, I doubt anyone would hire him," Charlie said with a shoulder shrug.
"I don't know, I bet a lot of people could use some extra muscle at times," Clancy said in response.
"Look, going back to the main point, that's what this hotel is meant for. Sure it's overall goal is to redeem those that wish to join, but we will still take in anyone that wants to change and give the hotel a chance. I mean, look, he gave it a chance," Charlie said, now reverting the conversation to the hotel while pointing at the Slayer. The Slayer did not care about whatever the purpose was for this hotel but obviously didn't care enough to say anything.
"Wait, wait, wait. Anyone? Are you really sure that's a smart idea to allow everyone in here?" French asked.
"Well, sure! I mean this hotel wouldn't look good if he denied some but let others in," Charlie responded.
"It's more along the lines of being smart due to the raging amount of fucking psycho that Hell produces," French said in addition to Charlie's statement.
"I feel like you got to be a little crazy here Princess. I mean, look at the crowd she has here. Angel Dust, one of the biggest porn stars in Hell...yeah I got no idea who those three are, the literal Radio Demon and probably the most dangerous human anyone has laid there eyes on," Clancy said when naming off members of the hotel. Clearly, Vaggie, Husk and Niffty were the three demons that nobody knew.
"It appears that demons such as yourself do not realize that some of us can be civil when the time calls for it," Alastor said as he teleported right next to all of them, which made a few of them jump.
"S-Sure but...come on. With the resume you've built up in Hell, I'm surprised she let you in here," Clancy said but felt nervous when saying that in front of the Radio Demon. In most cases, he probably would have been slaughtered then and there, but Alastor knew that would be a bad look for business.
"Alastor is a valued member of the hotel. What he has done in the past does not matter to me, as will it matter to those that wish to join the project," Charlie explained.
"So there seriously is no money required to stay here?" Tom asked, as that seemed a little too good to be true.
"Nope. All you have to do in return is completely change your ways and go on toward the path of redemption," Charlie answered.
"Yeah so join the fucking hotel, or else we'll send the big guy after you and he'll make you join," Angel said, wanting to add some humor into the situation.
"Wait what?" Charlie said as that caught her off guard.
"I assume that's not true...right?" Tom asked as he looked at Charlie and then back to the Slayer who continued to stare at them with a deadly presence that made them start to believe that Angel was not joking.
"No. Absolutely not," Charlie responded.
"Only if we feel like it," Angel said again.
"NO, Angel, do not tell them things like that," Charlie said as this was not a time for Angel's humor.
"If it's not true. Could you tell him to maybe lower that shotgun?" French requested, as he still didn't like how serious the Slayer was looking at them.
"Um," Charlie said as she tapped her fingers together as she looked at the Slayer. "Well he is very... free-spirited. I don't know how much he'd listen." She added as she was trying to think of a good way to describe the Slayer. "But I can say that he won't harm you in any way...as long as you don't try to harm him of course."
"The man has arms the size of my literal head. I don't think that will be an issue," French said as he examined the Slayer's large arms.
"Figures. I always knew you were such a pussy French," Deboys replied.
"You know what you and your little news network can go fuck yourself," French responded.
"Woah now. Remember to keep it civil. Are there any more questions?" Charlie asked.
"Well I don't have any for now," Clancy responded.
"We of course have some. But they cannot be answered due to obvious reasons," Deboys said as well.
"Yes. Well, I think we got enough to make some type of story," French said to his crew.
"Well yeah. It wasn't exactly the story we were going for, but it has the fucking human in it. That will draw some attention," Deboys said to her crew but also to everyone else as well.
"Attention is exactly what we need," Clancy said.
"Well no fucking shit. Nobody in Hell watches that dumpster fire of a news station you work for," Deboys said.
"Fuck that. Our station is called Seven Rings for a fucking reason because everyone across the rings watches it. It also sounds more interesting than some basic ass station called Hell News," Clancy responded.
"Agreed. That is a basic ass name," Clancy's crew said as well.
"Your station is trying too hard to be appealing with the name Seven Rings," Deboys said.
"You'll fucking see how many more views our station pulls in with this story. You'll fucking see then," Clancy said.
This all started to become less and less civil as the news crews all started to bicker with one another as they all proceeded to leave out of the hotel at once. The only team left in the hotel was Tom Trench as his crew from 666 News.
"So Mr. Trench...do you have any more questions?" Charlie said as she figured she should ask.
"Uh. Well to be honest. I'm still a bit surprised that you are still going with this. I'm sure you remember what happened during your little interview. It didn't seem like you got much support from anyone else," Tom replied.
"Yes that was...something. But we are definitely making strides in the right direction. We are a lot farther than when I displayed my project on the air," Charlie said.
"Uh-huh. Well, I don't have many opinions on this...project of yours. But I guess if it actually managed to work. That would be something. In fact, it would be very newsworthy indeed," Tom said.
"Yes it would! Does that mean you'd be willing to give more broadcasts for the hotel?" Charlie asked.
"Well we would need to see legit proof that this is even working. We cannot just take your word that someone is being 'redeemed' without some sign of it. But if you do have proof, then I suppose so. As long as you make sure to tell us if the...Slayer over here ever wants to answer our questions personally," Tom replied, being one of the few to actually remember his title.
"Of course!" Charlie answered as that sounded perfect for her.
"Alright, let's get back to the station," Tom said to his crew. After a few moments, they all left the hotel as well.
And just like that, all the reporters had come and gone. It finally seemed like the hotel would be back to a moment of peace. A time where all the members of the hotel could really think of what just happened and process their next move.
"Well, I think that ended up really well!" Charlie said.
"It did?" Husk asked as he really stopped paying much attention to what was going on about halfway through.
"Of course. We got real things out there about the hotel and they seemed a lot more inviting to receive it. Especially compared to my interview," Charlie answered.
"I think most things are better than that," Vaggie added.
"Not to change the subject drastically, but are we forgetting that the human is back?!" Niffty said while pointing at the Slayer, who was still holding his shotgun, but now down to his side.
"OH, that's very true Niffty," Charlie said as she turned to face the Slayer head-on. "Welcome back! We weren't quite sure where you had been all this time. We weren't quite sure if something bad had happened to you."
Well that was also another new for the Slayer. He couldn't remember a time where anyone actually worried about him or cared about his well-being. It's not like he needed anyone too. He obviously could take care of himself.
"Yea, but like, where the Hell did you even go? You've been gone for nearly a day," Niffty said. That statement cleared up any confusion for the Slayer of how long he had actually been gone.
"Been real fucking eventful since you've been gone," Husk said.
"Valentino came to the hotel when you were gone as well as Vox and Velvet. With the timing of them coming and you being gone, I couldn't help but wonder if they got you or did something awful to you," Angel said. Knowing the Three V's too well, he imagined something really bad.
"Perhaps it really was impeccable timing on their part," Alastor said with a shrug.
"Well we don't know that. Maybe something did happen to him that we don't know about, and we wouldn't know cause he doesn't like to talk to anyone," Angel suggested.
"Ha! Angel you do not see a single scratch on the man's body do you? And seeing the type of power he holds, you'd think those pathetic excuses for overlords would actually be successful in killing him?" Alastor responded.
Angel decided to look over at the Slayer. He realized that Alastor did have a fair point. The Slayer didn't seem like he was hurt in any way. He wasn't limping or showing any signs of bleeding. "Well...okay no I don't. I really wished you would share what goes on in that mind of yours muscles. I'm really interested in where the Hell you go when you go out in Hell." He said again. And that would be a fascinating story to tell. I'm sure no one in Hell would believe him if he told them he was invited into Heaven when no one in Hell had gotten that chance.
"Good luck getting that wish to come true," Husk said.
"So then going back to the Three V's. They must of known that he was still around before they came here right?" Niffty asked.
"That's a good question. I mean, they seemed so confident that you weren't going to show up," Charlie said, being the first one to respond to Niffty's question.
"On top of that, they seemed confident that you wouldn't affect this deal they are trying to make with Angel," Vaggie said as well directing it towards the Slayer.
"I can see it more as an advantage. I mean clearly, Valentino doesn't want to mess with him or Alastor," Niffty said. She was going to look at where Alastor was, but to her surprise, he wasn't there. He slipped away and was now near the Slayer.
"While I do agree that Valentino is all bark but no bite, I don't see it as quite fair to try and force myself or our large fellow here to physically solve all of our problems," Alastor said as he put a hand on the Slayer's shoulder.
"You really fucking think that we could force either of you to do anything?" Angel said referring to how much power both men held. "No! But it's clear to us that neither of you care for the Three V's that fuckin' much where if the time came where we needed either of ya to bash a few skulls, I bet you would."
"Hm, perhaps. Only time could tell if a moment like that would ever come," Alastor said as he gave the Slayer's armor a few taps before removing his hand.
"Look, it's not like I'm going to beg and pry either of you to do anything. But, now the thought of this deal they are making could work better in my favor and help get me somewhat of my afterlife back. Both of your presence alone is enough to keep them on their toes," Angel explained.
"I agree," Niffty said.
"So you are going to try and go back to working for Valentino," Vaggie said as she figured that was the decision Angel was going to make.
"I don't know for sure. I mean I guess. Look it will easily make shit easier on the rest of us if I do. Unless you got a better way to get Val to release me from my contract," Angel said with a shoulder shrug.
"I...well no I don't. The only real way that I could think of is probably not a very possible option," Charlie said in response.
"Which is?" Angel asked.
"My dad. Obviously, because he's the King of Hell, he has ultimate control on things such as contracted souls. And plus, I'm sure Valentino wouldn't want to go against him due to him being only an overlord. But, like I said, that's not a very possible option as my dad would not care about getting involved in matters such as that," Charlie answered.
"Figures. But look, I got a little time to think about this. And as I mentioned before, it may not be that bad if they know that muscles are still around. I know for a fact that Valentino is probably scared shitless of him and may be less prone to do shit to me if he believes that muscles will act. So, I definitely have options," Angel said. For the first time in a while, when mentioning Valentino, he had a smirk on his face.