Hi! First of all, I want to thank everyone for their incredible support and comments. When I first wrote this, it was out of a whim. I had only recently discovered Hazbin Hotel and fell in love with the fandom and the Overlord Husk trend. This was supposed to be a short story but like always once I sat down it took a life of its own and continued to grow without my consent. Second, I want to assure you all that I will continue writing this story and I will finish the fic. However, I am traveling in a couple of days, and I will very busy to update in a while. It will take me a couple of weeks or a month at most, but I will be back with updates soon! I promise! Thank you for your patience!
The Ace of Clubs opening was happening tonight, and Angel was a whirlwind of nervous excitement. The anticipation was electric, and the nightclub buzzed with frantic energy as the final touches were put in place. Sinners scurried about, their movements a chaotic ballet of last-minute preparations. In the midst of this organized chaos stood Angel, the maestro of the madness, orchestrating every detail with the precision of a seasoned conductor.
"Move those tables to the left! The lights need to be dimmer on the second floor! And for Satan's sake, where's the backup for the champagne?" Angel barked orders left and right, his multiple arms gesticulating wildly. His voice, though sharp, carried a note of underlying excitement. This was his night, his big moment, and everything had to be perfect.
As he made his way to the bar, Angel's heart nearly stopped. The scene there was a mess: bottles out of place, glasses not polished to his high standards, and the staff looking more frazzled than prepared. Angel had spent weeks drilling Husker with questions about running a bar efficiently, especially on busy nights. He wasn't about to let all that hard work go to waste because of some amateur mistakes.
"Listen up!" Angel shouted, his voice cutting through the din. "I want this bar spotless! Every glass should shine, every bottle should be in its place. And if I see one more smudge, someone's getting their ass kicked!"
He knew he could be a bit overbearing, but this was his pride and joy. Each of the nightclub's three floors had its own bar, and they all needed to be perfect. Luckily, Angel wasn't alone in this endeavor. His brother Niss and best friend Cherri were there to support him. He will forever be grateful to Husker for putting Niss in charge of the outside security team, ensuring that no troublemakers would even get close to the entrance. Cherri, with her no-nonsense attitude, handled the inside security, keeping an eye on the crowd and making sure everything ran smoothly.
Angel took a moment to appreciate their help. They were his rock, his backup, and he was grateful for their unwavering support. Still, the enormity of the task at hand weighed on him. Running a nightclub was no small feat, and Angel was quickly learning just how much work it entailed. He marveled at how Husker managed to oversee an entire casino, a resort with countless amenities, a mini-golf course, and now, indirectly, the Ace of Clubs. Husker operated on another level, and Angel was determined to make him proud.
Angel glanced at his watch. Only a few hours left until opening. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. This was his chance to prove himself, to show everyone that he was more than just a pretty face. He wanted to step up, to be worthy of Husker's love and trust.
He walked back through the nightclub, taking in every detail. The decorations were perfect, a blend of classy and edgy that suited the place well. The dance floors gleamed, waiting for the crowd to flood in. The DJ was setting up, testing the sound system, and the lighting crew was making final adjustments. Everything was coming together, and Angel felt a swell of pride.
As he passed by the entrance, Niss gave him a thumbs-up, his expression serious but supportive. Angel nodded back, grateful for his brother's steady presence. Inside, Cherri was overseeing the final security checks, her sharp eyes missing nothing. She caught Angel's eye and winked, her way of saying, "We've got this."
Angel returned to the bar, where things were finally looking up. The staff had taken his words to heart, and the area was now spotless. He nodded in approval, a rare smile gracing his lips.
"Alright, everyone," he said, his tone softer but still commanding. "Let's make tonight unforgettable."
As the minutes ticked by, Angel felt the nervous excitement build. This was it. His moment to shine, to step into the role he'd been preparing for. He was ready to prove that he was more than just a pretty face, that he was capable of running a successful nightclub and making Husker proud.
The doors were about to open, and Angel took one last look around. The Ace of Clubs was ready for its grand opening, and so was he. Angel stood tall, his heart racing with excitement and pride. Everything was in place, and he felt a surge of confidence.
He could do this.
Angel greeted the VIP guests with his signature flair, expertly guiding them to the exclusive VIP area on the third floor of the Ace of Clubs. He was a vision in a stunning, one-shoulder long sleeve red dress that clung to his curves and reached only mid-thigh. The look was completed with long, sleek black boots that gave him an air of edgy elegance. His makeup was dark and dramatic, with smokey eyeshadow and a catty eyeliner that accentuated his eyes, paired with a bold, eye-catching red lipstick.
He wore a fake smile as he made small talk with the VIPs, but when he saw Stolas and Blitzo enter the room, his smile turned genuine. The owl demon and the imp made quite the pair, and their presence was a bright spot in the hectic night.
"Stolas! Blitzo! So glad you could make it!" Angel exclaimed, guiding them to a plush booth.
Stolas, ever the gentleman, looked around appreciatively. "Angel, this place is magnificent! And that dress—absolutely stunning. You look breathtaking."
Blitzo, meanwhile, put on a mock pout. "Yeah, yeah, it's all very impressive, but why didn't Husker let me in on this project? I wanted to help!"
Angel laughed, a light, musical sound. "Blitzo, you were in charge of the arcade, daycare, and mini-golf course projects already. Give the rest of us a chance to shine!"
Blitzo and Stolas exchanged a look that made Angel pause. His laughter died down as he saw the shift in their expressions. "Did I say something wrong?" Angel asked, feeling a sudden wave of awkwardness.
Blitzo sighed, his tone more serious now. "Angel, I wasn't actually in charge of those projects. I was the creative director, sure, but Husker's personal assistant, Melora, she was the one really running the show."
Angel's brow furrowed in confusion. "Melora? Who's Melora?"
Stolas took over, his tone gentle but firm. "Melora has been Husker's personal assistant for quite some time. Before her, Husker personally directed all projects. But she's been a key player, so capable that Husker trusted her with those major projects. She's been away this past year dealing with family issues. Your brother, Niss, even served as her bodyguard on occasion. He must have assumed you knew."
Angel felt a pang of jealousy and a sense of being wrong-footed. He had never heard of Melora before. Who was she? Why was she so crucial to Husker that he kept her a secret? The pressure to make the Ace of Clubs a success intensified as he pondered this new information.
Blitzo, noticing Angel's distress, tried to lighten the mood. "You know, for a long time, everyone at The Cat's Den thought Melora was Husker's daughter. She just showed up one day, and Husker took her under his wing like she was family. Only a select few interacted with her directly."
Stolas looked a bit uncomfortable with the conversation and interjected. "But she's not his daughter. She has her own father, who she was visiting this past year. Husker probably didn't mention her because he's so used to keeping her out of casual conversations. Everyone in the inner circle knows about her, including your brother."
Angel took a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease. "You're right. I'll just ask Husker about her. Thanks for clearing that up."
Just then, a young sinner approached Angel, informing him that the stage was ready for the first opening act. Angel's face lit up with excitement. "Great! I'll be there in a minute." He turned back to Stolas and Blitzo. "I better get going! But before I go, have I thanked you, Blitzo, for putting me in touch with your ex? She's amazing!"
Blitzo laughed, though Stolas tightened his possessive hold on the imp. "Ver is very talented! After I apologized to her, we rekindled our friendship. Thank Satan for therapy, I have forgotten how much I loved spending time with her. She was a great friend before I screwed everything up. I'm just glad I reached out before the Vees could get their claws on her. She's going to be the star of the Ace of Clubs!"
Angel nodded, his smile returning full force. "She's incredible. This place wouldn't be the same without her. Alright, I really have to go now. Enjoy the night, you two!"
With a final wave, Angel dashed off to the stage, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. This was his moment, his chance to prove himself. And despite the unexpected revelations about Melora, he was determined to make the Ace of Clubs a success.
Angel hustled backstage, a whirlwind of energy and nerves. As he stepped into the dressing area, he was greeted by the sight of Verosika Mayday and her band preparing for their performance. Verosika was a vision, her hot pink skin and hourglass figure making her stand out even among the other colorful denizens of Hell. Her long, black-tipped spade-shaped tail swayed lazily behind her, and the black-tipped horns on her head, adorned with black star designs, gave her an almost regal appearance. One horn was slightly taller than the other, adding an asymmetrical charm to her look.
She turned to face Angel, her light hot pink irises outlined in white, with yellow sclera and slit pupils giving her a mesmerizing gaze. Her long, thick eyelashes framed her eyes perfectly, and a small heart-shaped beauty mark under her right eye added a touch of sweetness to her otherwise fierce appearance. Her knee-length hair, colored in ombre-white with pink undertones that darkened toward the tips, framed her face in soft waves. A darker-colored stripe across her bangs added a unique flair. Angel couldn't help but think she was absolutely gorgeous.
"Angel!" Verosika exclaimed, her voice carrying a musical lilt as she stepped forward to embrace him.
"Verosika! You look stunning as always," Angel replied, returning the hug with enthusiasm. They greeted each other like old friends, with easy smiles and sparkle in their eyes.
"Are you ready for tonight?" Angel asked, looking around at her band as they made their final preparations.
"Absolutely. We've been looking forward to this for weeks," Verosika said, her confidence shining through.
Angel nodded, feeling a swell of gratitude for their professionalism and support. "Great. Let's make this night unforgettable."
He then made his way to the stage, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. The crowd's buzz filled the air, a symphony of murmurs and laughter that crescendoed as Angel stepped into the spotlight. He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. All the preparations, the sleepless nights, the meticulous planning—it all led to this moment.
"Good evening, everyone!" Angel's voice rang out, clear and confident. "Welcome to the grand opening of the Ace of Clubs! We've worked tirelessly to bring you the hottest new spot in Pentagram City, and I'm thrilled to see you all here tonight!"
The crowd erupted in applause, the energy in the room palpable. Angel smiled, feeling the adrenaline course through him. "We've got an incredible lineup for you tonight, and to kick things off, I'm honored to welcome a dear friend and an absolute star. Please give it up for Verosika Mayday and her band!"
The cheers grew louder as Verosika and her band took the stage. Angel stepped aside, his heart swelling with pride as he watched her command the attention of everyone in the room. The first notes of their single "Vacay to Bonetown" filled the air, a catchy and seductive tune that had the crowd moving instantly.
"This is your final boarding call
All aboard
Verosika was in her element, her voice sultry and powerful as she performed. Her wings fluttered subtly with each movement, the heart-shaped markings adding a hypnotic allure to her performance. The band played with a polished precision, each member contributing to the vibrant, infectious energy that spread through the nightclub.
Pack your bags
Sun's out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to Bonetown
Angel lingered near the stage, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd. The Ace of Clubs was alive with energy, the dance floor packed with bodies moving to the beat of the music. Sinners of all kinds, dressed in their finest, were swaying, grinding, and laughing, the vibrant lights casting colorful reflections off their animated faces.
V-time, free time, baby relax
Self-care, no hair, Brazilian wax
Hornt up succu-bus to the beach
Catch some rays while catching some
He watched as the bartenders expertly mixed drinks, their hands moving swiftly and gracefully, serving up cocktails that sparkled under the neon lights. Each bar on the three floors was crowded with patrons eager to taste the creative concoctions Angel had spent so much time perfecting. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the faint hint of perfume, mingling together to create the distinct atmosphere of a thriving nightclub.
Pack your bags
Sun's out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to Bonetown
Angel's attention shifted back to the stage where Verosika was still performing. She was now dancing, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. Her long, ombre-white hair flowed behind her as she twirled, and her wings spread out in a display of elegance and power. The crowd was entranced, their eyes glued to her as she commanded the stage with ease.
Hot dog, hot bod, sausage and buns
Threesome, fivesome, having some fun
Back to my place, welcome to Hell
Sun's out, hormones out, how does it smell?
Verosika's hips swayed seductively to the rhythm, her tail flicking playfully with each beat. The black star designs on her horns and the markings on her wings shimmered under the stage lights, adding to her captivating presence. She danced with her bandmates, engaging with them in a way that made the performance feel intimate and spontaneous.
Pack your bags
Sun's out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to Bonetown"
As Verosika hit the final note of the song, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Angel felt a surge of pride and exhilaration. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction and joy seeing everything come together. This was what he had worked so hard for, and it was more than worth it. He glanced around, seeing the smiles and the excitement on the faces of the guests, and he knew they had succeeded.
He stepped back onto the stage, microphone in hand, and addressed the crowd once more.
"Let's hear it again for Verosika Mayday and her incredible band!" The applause grew louder, and Angel felt the warmth of the spotlight and the collective energy of the crowd envelop him. "Enjoy the night, everyone! There's so much more to come!"
With that, Angel left the stage, as Verosika took the spotlight and continued charming the crowd with her beautiful voice. Angel's heart pounding with a mix of relief and elation The Ace of Clubs was officially open, and it was already a roaring success. As he made his way back through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
As Angel sat at a stool by the bar, lost in the swirl of music and laughter around him, he was startled by the sudden appearance of a Manhattan cocktail being placed in front of him. Confused, he looked up and his eyes widened in surprise and delight when he saw Husker standing behind the bar, a rare grin on his face.
"Thought you deserved a special drink to celebrate your success," Husker said, his voice carrying a warmth that made Angel's heart flutter.
Beaming, Angel picked up the cocktail, the cool glass feeling comforting in his hand. He brought it to his lips and took a slow sip, savoring the perfect mix of alcohol. The strong, boozy taste hit his tongue first, followed by a hint of bitterness that was perfectly balanced by the herbal notes from the sweet vermouth. It was a symphony of flavors that danced on his palate.
Angel moaned softly at the rich complexity of the drink, feeling the slight burn of the alcohol followed by the smoother, sweeter finish. He couldn't help but smile when he realized that Husker had used bourbon instead of rye, knowing that it would cater to Angel's sweet tooth. It was a small detail, but it showed just how much Husker knew and cared about him.
The music and the chatter of the crowd seemed to fade away as Angel leaned over the bar, his eyes locked with Husker's. The warmth of Husker's gaze made Angel feel cherished, and he felt a rush of gratitude and love for the demon who had come to mean so much to him.
"Thank you, Whiskers," Angel said softly, his voice barely audible over the din of the nightclub.
Husker's smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You deserve it, Angel. You've worked so hard for this."
Angel's heart swelled with emotion. In that moment, all the stress and anxiety he had felt about the opening night melted away, replaced by a profound sense of accomplishment and contentment. He leaned in further, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to Husker's in a tender kiss.
Husker kissed him back, his lips warm and firm against Angel's. It was a gentle, reassuring kiss, one that spoke of pride and affection. When they finally pulled apart, Angel's cheeks were flushed, and he felt a bit light-headed, though whether from the kiss or the cocktail, he wasn't sure.
"Everything's perfect," Angel whispered, his eyes shining with happiness.
Husker nodded, his hand reaching out to caress Angel's cheek. "You did an amazing job, Legs. The Ace of Clubs is a hit, and it's all because of you."
Angel's smile grew even wider, if that was possible. He felt a surge of joy and love that made him want to shout out loud. Instead, he took another sip of his cocktail, savoring the moment, the drink, and the presence of the man he loved.
As he drank, he couldn't help but glance around the club. The dance floor was still packed with sinners moving to the beat of the music, their faces lit with excitement and pleasure. The bartenders were busy serving drinks, their movements fluid and efficient. Everywhere he looked, he saw evidence of his hard work paying off.
Angel's eyes returned to Husker, who was watching him with a look of pride and adoration. It was a look that made Angel feel like he was on top of the world.
"You know," Angel said, his voice teasing, "if you keep spoiling me like this, I'm gonna get used to it."
Husker chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. "Good. I want you to get used to it. You deserve to be spoiled."
Angel's heart did a little flip at that. He leaned in for another kiss, unable to resist the pull of Husker's affection. This kiss was deeper, more passionate, a silent promise of more to come.
When they finally broke apart, Angel felt breathless and incredibly lucky. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had Husker by his side. And that made all the difference in the world.
With a final sip of his Manhattan, Angel set the glass down and smiled at Husker, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the alcohol. He felt ready to take on anything, knowing that he was loved and supported by the most amazing demon in all of Hell.
"Here's to us," Angel said, raising his empty glass in a toast.
Husker clinked his own glass against Angel's, his eyes shining with affection. "To us," he echoed.