Demetrius's Perspective:

'Ugh,... now it officially feels like Hell.' I think to myself as I approach the Hazbin Hotel to involuntarily check myself into their Redemption Rehabilitation program. I personally think the whole idea of redemption is completely stupid and pointless. I mean, we're already dead, Princess! What exactly are you trying to prove?

I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh and am already regretting this deal that I got wrapped up in. I see a small imp demon dressed in a badass looking jacket that I secretly wished were in my size. "Bro, you wanna move out of the way or do I gotta take you out to dinner first?" He raises both of his eyebrows up at me suggestively, "well,... if you really want to, Daddy I'll be off at eight." I scoff at him in disgust and disbelief, "oh, go fuck yourself."

I then walk around the small demon dismissively. He turns around and points his gun at me like he wants to kill me, "go ahead and do it then, at least I won't have to spend another day in this shithole." Looking flustered at being challenged he apprehensively lowers his weapon, "well... Fuck you too you... you... Prude!" I wave a hand at him not really giving two fucks and walk up to the concierge. I'm confronted by two other imps and roll my eyes in annoyance, "where in the hell are the owners of this fucking establishment?"

"Well hello, my name is Moxie and it's a pleasure meeting you too. I've had a terrific day thank you so much for asking!" I chuckle somewhat amused by this tiny demon's flare. The other imp elbows him hard in the rib cage, "what he actually means to say is, 'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Will you be checking in with us this evening?'"

I let out a heavy sigh, "yes, unfortunately..." she types in my information on the screen, swipes a pair of key cards and hands them to me in an envelope with my room number written on it. She gives me a layout of the hotel and shows me where my room is and how to get there. I pick up my luggage and shift my guitar to rest around my other shoulder and walk in the direction of my room. I get upstairs to my room and place the key in the door and it lights up in green.

I turn the handle and push the door in. I walk into the room and close the door behind me and lock the deadbolt on top. I set down my shit and take my guitar case strap off of my shoulder and place it in the corner of the room. I would say that this place looks haunted but we are in Hell so I figured I'd just be wasting my breath. I sit down on the bed a let out a sigh and look at my reflection in the mirror propped up against the wall in front of me.

I noticed that my green eyes were looking droopier than normal and decided to lay down and turn to the opposite direction. I curl myself into a small ball and look down at my phone. I scroll through a few old photographs from when I was a toddler. Most of them were pictures of me and my sister. A few others hand a picture of a rather handsome man with dark hair and a couple of pictures where he's standing with a girl with strawberry blond hair.

Or at least that's what the adoption agency had told me. The photos were in black and white so no one would really be able to know what color the scenery actually was which really sucked for someone that was too young to remember anything. The adoption agency told me that my mom left my dad one day without a trace or a warning and that my Dad was a struggling alcoholic that could barely feed himself much less my sister and I. I really wasn't sure what I believed to be honest however. One part of me says that he gave us up out of love but the other half is still stuck on the fact that he did a closed adoption which essentially means that he didn't want to have contact with either my sister or me and I guess that was the part that seemed to hurt the most.

'What kind of person gives their children up in a closed adoption but leaves two packed full envelopes of photographs for them to have?' It was pretty fucked up when I thought about it so I sat my phone down on the side table and wrapped my hands around my chest and started to cry quietly. Feeling like a little bitch I quickly wipe the tears away from my eyes and decide to go downstairs and drink at the bar. Besides, there was a really cute hellhound working at the bar tonight so I figured maybe if I were smooth enough I just might get laid tonight. I sigh.

'It's definitely been a while I think to myself as I freshen myself up with cologne and splash water in my eyes in an effort to make myself look less dead inside. I take a deep breath and leaned over the bathroom sink. I got a closer look at all of my facial piercings and ultimately decide to leave those piercings in. I stick my tongue out at the mirror to get a better look at my tongue ring. I ultimately decided I didn't want to put in the extra effort to change out my tongue ring and instead spray my mouth with peppermint spray.

'The least I could do is at least make sure my breath smells good.' I thought to myself as I grab my room keys and head out of the room closing the door behind me. I get downstairs and notice that the hellhound is no longer standing behind the bar and I immediately groan in sexual frustration. 'Playboy, tonight it is." I thought to myself exasperated.

Being that I already came all the way down here, I decide to go to the bar anyways. I looked around and there was no one around so I decided to help myself and grabbed a random bottle of whiskey that was half full and started drinking it down. I swallow and let out a sigh of relief, "now that's more like it.' I'm feeling good when all of a sudden I hear a heavenly voice echoing in my ear. Her voice sounded so beautiful that I didn't believe it was real and dismissed it.

That was, until I heard her speak again. I looked up trying to figure out where the voice was coming from and saw the most beautiful being in all of Hell. I rubbed my eyes thinking that I either must be dreaming or was already drunk which I knew couldn't be possible being that I just got here. She definitely stood out from everyone else that I've messed around with since being down here. She had lavender colored fur and dark purple hair.

She had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. Her wings were various shades of purple, navy blue and white. She had a gorgeous, fluffy, dark purple tail that seemed to move with her effortlessly. Oh, and don't even get me started on the curves on this one. Looking at her I instantly empathized with Sir Mix a Lot.

She just had the entire package that my dream girl in life had with the exception of, well you know, her being a canine. I mean, I absolutely loved dogs as pets when I was alive but I never attracted to one like am right now. Although, I guess it's not too weird I showed up here as a stupid calico cat. I hated cats and their stuck up attitudes. 'Why did I have to come back in a cat body?'

I thought to myself bitterly as I took another swig of whiskey. I looked back at the beautiful creature standing at the concierge and noticed that she was wearing a pink sweater with cut out shoulders and elbows, black leather fingerless gloves and a black leather skirt with black fishnet stockings. 'Hmmm,... fishnet stockings have always been my kryptonite.' I think to myself as my small head started growing. "Oh fuck!

Not now!" I hissed at myself closing my legs closer together and pulling down my jacket to hide it. She turns to face me and I panicked and hid my blushing face with my arm. 'Don't look! Don't look! Don't look!'

I screamed internally hoping to avoid contact with her though in the corner of my eye I saw her smiling sweetly at me for a brief second and turned around and kept walking. I let out a sigh of relief when she was far enough away from me. Considering that my bottle of whiskey was gone and I had stronger shit in my room I decide to go back to my room as soon as she was out of my sight. As soon as I get there, I unlock my door and walk in and pull out my bottle of Ever clear and drink the entire bottle while sitting on my bed.