Our story ironically begins at the newly refurbished Hazbin Hotel.

CONTEXT

This bonkers hotel was the brainchild and project of the princess of Hell, Charlemagne 'Charlie' Morningstar.

Since she was just a little girl, Charlie was always inspired by her father's will to dream, to create, and bring new ideas to life. Even if those ideas turned him into a fallen angel in the first place.

While at the same time, she also spent her life witnessing the people she'd one day watch over die during a series of purging, known as Extermination Days.

Heartlessly organised by the Seraphim of Heaven, these exterminations were a one day of year where a band of angels called Exorcists would be sent to kill any demons they could find, in hopes of reducing Hell's over-population.

Years passed, and with her dad's will still in her heart, Charlie soon dreamed an idea of her very own. One that would change the history of Hell since the dawn of time.

As an alternative route to the threat, came up with the idea of rehabilitating sinners so they could be redeemed for Heaven before their souls could feel the sharp end of an angelic weapon. Proving to Heaven AND Hell that inside every demon, there was a rainbow.

And over time, you guessed it, that dream became a hotel, formerly known as the Happy Hotel.

Although it made more enemies such as Adam the first man, Charlie still made her progress with the help of her girlfriend Vaggie, Alastor the radio demon, critically-acclaimed pornstar Angel Dust, Al's associates Husk & Niffty, and recently her father Lucifer Morningstar himself.

Proof of the pudding; Something Lucifer couldn't do himself, he passed down to his daughter in the most touching way.

When Adam made the more heartless decision to move the next extermination date to 6 months instead of a year, especially after the first recorded murder of one of his own, the band of misfits fended off the attack before they could make their start on the hotel itself. Even though it did result in the sacrifice of its first rehabilitated sinner, Sir Pentious, an innovative villain extraordinaire in the form of a king cobra who died at the hands of Adam before he fell at the hands of Niffty.

But since then, what was left of it after the battle turned into a new promising future for Charlie's dream, one where a dedication would soon bring other sinners to their doorstep.

And one that could bring Heaven and Hell together too, one day.

CONTEXT ENDS

A few months after the grand re-opening, sinners were indeed flocking to the hotel looking for their chance at redemption too, having seen their heroics. And their stupidities.

One thing that was still unheard of to even Charlie, Sir Pentious was the first sinner to make it to Heaven after he died, so none of everyone there had a clue if it would work yet.

But anything to keep their dream alive after what they've been through.

Today, this scene showed each sinner socialising at Husk's bar, listening to some jazz and rock, taking part in Charlie's activities, and getting their room keys from reception.

With their recognisable smiles, Charlie and Vaggie watched this sinners-rejoice moment from the balcony as they wrapped their hands around their necks and kissed, proud of their achievement.

THAT NIGHT...

Husk, the bartending winged-cat demon, was closing up shop for the night, stacking his alcoholic beverages on alphabetical order and secretly preparing to tell them a bedtime story.

At the same time, his effeminate first friend Angel Dust strutted into the lobby.

Angel was a spider-like sinner with four arms and silky white fur with little streaks of pink. He was the first sinner Charlie took in as part of her project, having lived as a human before dying of an overdose during the jazz age. He still worked as a porn-star in Hell when he was contracted to Valentino, an infamous member of the overlord trio, the Vee's. Outside of his abused lifestyle, even though he lived with the hotel rent-free, he did eventually learn how to stand up for himself through his rehabilitation.

He walked up to the bar, yawning and ready for a late-night drink.

"And... what'll it be tonight, my horny friend?" asked Husk smirking. He was able to sense his presence from behind.

"Eh, just the usual thanks. Daddy." replied Angel in his seductive tone, before he noticed his book. "Maybe two shots this time, for me to stay quiet about your book of fairytales."

"Jokes on you, Spiderman. This is a Playboy magazine." Husk chuckled. "But thanks."

Angel guzzled down his first shot, then guzzled the rest of the bottle while Husk wasn't looking.

"So... what's it been like to you?" he soon asked the bartender. "24, 36 hours, no chit-chat, how's Husky?"

"Are you sure you want an answer from me after all that shit?" Husk teased him. "Tell me, outside this bar, what do you see?"

Angel looked around the lobby bamboozled by his question, just as Husk wanted him to be.

"Uh, nothing?" he replied sheepishly.

"There you go then." Husk snapped his fingers before going back to cleaning out his post-mix system.

"Hey now, come on!" Angel pouted rather humorously. "I was just asking, considering... you know..." he then put on a melancholy face and Husk soon noticed.

"Thinkin' about Pentious again, I see?" he asked his first friend.

"Who the hell else around here can't?" the porn star said before pointing to Cherri Bomb, who rested on the couch unknowingly using a hellhound's tail as her blanket.

Cherri Bomb was a cyclops demon, born and killed in Australia as a human. But as a demon, she formed a rather destructive mate-ship with Angel Dust long before each of them joined the hotel. And before Cherri developed a crush on her arch-nemesis Sir Pentious, until... you know the rest already.

"You've never seen her like that?" asked Husk. "Honestly, not once. Just looked at her." replied Angel.

Husk was a little confused by what he was looking at from the bar. "Looks pretty docile to me."

"Well, yeah, she does now. But I've seen her detached before, and not like this." explained Angel. "It's like, since he's been gone, all she could think about outside this hotel work was him. I mean, fuck, I saw her snuggling one of his egg squirts telling them he'll be back someday."

"Ohh... yeah. Certainly a case of denial." Husk awkwardly scratched his head. "By my experience, only two good bottles of tequila could wash down those choked-up feelings in this category."

Angel then gave Husk a serious look on his face. "Too soon?" he then asked quietly.

"Ugh, honestly! After everything we did for that crazy motherfucker, he just ups and dies on us?!" ranted Angel. "Perhaps there is such thing as a double Hell."

"Or maybe, he died because of everything we did for him."

"What you talkin' about, pussycat?"

Husk began explaining. "Think about this for me. With the afterlife he had down here, the whole 'every demon for himself' attitude that even I was part of, do you think he would've had any of this redemption shit frozen in his mind before finding us?"

"Not really, I don't think." stuttered Angel. "B-But what kind of redemption shit are you spazzing about? We're in Hell, Maine Coon. What could we have given him?"

"I don't know man, friends to make? A girl to love? Fun to have? A place to be himself, but better?" replied Husk. "That sacrifice he pulled off at the battle showed he had those redeeming qualities, like Her Highness' beliefs could actually be real. If you believed in that long before she brought us together, would you have done what he did for us too?"

Angel showed a dazed and surprised look at what he was hearing from his own drinking buddy.

"Okay pal, who the fuck are you and what have you done with Husk?" he chuckled.

"Don't get used to half this shit, okay?" grumbled Husk, with a grin. "I may've gotten used to you, but I've still got my pride."

As he downed one of the bar's bottles of booze, Angel then got a thought in his head.

"Wait. Redeeming qualities?" he said. "You think Charlie's belief was true? That Pentious could've gone to Heaven after all?"

Husk then shushed him pointing to Cherri.

"Look, we all know how the princess' daddy was tossed down here all these years ago, but not even he knows." whispered Husk. "But if that's any case, then I want this kept from Cherri, and the daddy-daughter duo if they don't know already. Deal?"

Husk extended his hand out in a deal, before Angel spat in his hand to seal it. "Done deal."

"There's no dick DNA in that spit, is there?" asked Husk with a cringe.

"You're right, not the best idea. Guy could've had AIDs anyway." Angel then walked away, as Husk's eyes widened hearing that.

"C'mon, Fat Nuggets." he clapped to his pet piglet, who ran up to him and followed him upstairs.

Husk continued cleaning the bar, all alone in the dark silence of the hotel. As he made the bench shiny, he looked at his reflection thinking about Angel's words in his mind.

Could he actually be redeemed too? Only time would tell, and he moaned heavily knowing that.

Suddenly...

A couple of seconds later, Husk heard clanging noises outside. His ears perked up every few seconds when he'd hear it, causing him to look back and forth.

Angel heard the noises too before he could even leave the lobby.

"What the hell was...?" he was about to ask until Husk quickly shushed him.

As the clanging noises continued outside, Husk slowly leaped over the bar and grabbed his poker cards just in case, while Angel just grabbed a pole from one of the luggage trolleys.

Those playing cards did look harmless, but only when he wanted them to be.

Both nodding and standing next to each other, they made their way towards the front door keeping a good distance.

As Angel was about to open it, Husk slapped his hand away and made a slower attempt since he was more armed. He closed his eyes opening the door fast, but then opened them to see nothing but the clanging noises still going. Husk then walked outside confused, while Angel quickly shut the door on him.

Rolling his eyes, Husk kept on guard and started tiptoeing trying to get close to the sounds. The closest he got was near the garbage pale at the back, where all the trash cans filled with booze and flesh were.

He waited for the jiggling noises to happen again, and just like that, they did. It admittedly made him nervous, even though he couldn't see anything.

Just then, something went 'Psst!', and Husk looked up at the large eye in the hotel sign as it pointed towards it with its pupil, signalling him to look behind them. As he was about to do just that, a giant bushy tail popped out from the cans, causing Husk to gasp knowing exactly what the hell it was.

Meanwhile, Angel waited nervously back inside with his pipe, as he leaned closer to the door. "Uhm... Husk..."

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Husk screamed as he burst through the door running and screaming, sending Angel flying to the ground and waking Cherri from her sleep, noticing her hellhound-tail blanket wrapped around her.

Husk fidgeted with the door trying to lock it, and just when Angel was about to touch his shoulder, he grabbed his two lower arms and pulled him close so he could wrap his arms tightly around his waist.

"ANGEL!" he cried. His friend then looked up at the window next to the door.

"WHOA!" Angel gasped, seeing a huge angry wolf-like hellhound barking loudly trying to claw her way into the hotel.

"Is that a fucking hellhound?!" he gasped.

"Worse!" Husk gulped. "A STRAY."

"B-B-But, what? What's a stray doing in this side of the ring?"

"Who gives a goddamn?! RUN!" Husk then started running for his life from the lobby as the hellhound began banging the door open with her head.

Once she got it open, she charged straight after Husk with Angel grabbing her by the tail while Cherri watched helplessly from the dark.

The chase was on as Husk ran through corridor after corridor, corner after corner trying to outmanoeuvre the hellhound who was getting closer to biting his ass, while Angel was still tugging at her tail.

Running towards the obstacle course from the activities, Husk then grabbed a few of balls and threw them at the hound. They failed to disorient her, but they did hit Angel instead, who then fell out of the clutch of her tail.

"Husk! It's you she's after! Use your wings!" he shouted to him from afar.

Husk then opened his wings and began flying. The hellhound was still behind him, until Husk did a flip and zoomed towards Angel, picking him up in her arms.

The two made it to the nearest elevator a few seconds later, and Angel kept pressing random buttons with all four hands. Soon, as the hound sped towards the door, Husk and Angel clung onto each other hoping it would close. But just before she could pounce, it did.

She began scratching at the door barking again, waking up Charlie and Vaggie from their sleep very nearby.

The two put on their night-gowns and walked out seeing what was going on.

"SHIT! It's a stray!" Vaggie said, bearing her sharp angelic spear.

"Wait!" Charlie stopped her, walking up to the hound slowly. "Charlie!"

Before Vaggie could stop her girlfriend, Charlie whistled to the hound making her look at him and rush straight at her.

Soon, Charlie held her hands out for her to stop, and before she could attack, the hellhound ground to a half looking at them.

"Hehehehe. Awww, who's a good girl?" cooed Charlie, as the hellhound began sniffing her hands curiously.

This made Charlie giggle feeling tickled and Vaggie looked up not surprised at all, before she quickly ran off.

"Hmm... I wonder what your name is..." Charlie said to herself as she looked closely at the dog's spiky collar.

Meanwhile, Husk and Angel ran into one of the hotel rooms still running for their lives and barricaded the door with a mahogany chippendale, before running into the ensuite's bath tub to hide.

"Angel! If she finds us in here," Husk began quivering.

"She?!" Angel exclaimed.

"I only had two seconds to look and that's a fucking girl!" he snapped, before getting emotional again. "I'm trying to say this could be the end of my game! I just want you to know if we don't see Pentious above, you assholes were truly the most tolerable of friends!"

"Thanks, whiskers! You were the best bartender to talk to, EVER!" cried Angel.

The two then heard the hellhound howling outside the room and clung onto each other harder.

"I just have one final regretful choice I wanna confess to you!" said Husk.

"Tell it quick! I think our death knell was howling!" replied Angel.

"Uhh... uh, I, I..." Husk was struggling to tell Angel his true feelings, until he blurted out: "I LEFT A BAD REVIEW ON YOUR PORNO!"

"WHAT?!"

"That's right, you heard me! The rimjobs! They just reminded me of my dead grandpa! It made me mad!"

Angel then screamed in exaggeration hearing this from Husk.

"I'm sorry! Isn't confessing a redeeming quality?!" the cat exclaimed.

"That's it! I'mma clean you up for your death!" Angel shouted in anger, grabbing two bottles of shampoo and conditioner with his lower arms.

"Don't you fucking dare!" gasped Husk in shock, as Angel turned on the shower with one upper arm before spraying the shampoo in the cat's eyes.

This made Husk yowl, giving Angel the opportunity to begin scrubbing his fur. A few seconds into the torture, Husk angrily tried to grab the brush away from him, making Angel slap him across the face with his two upper arms as a silhouette appeared in the shower curtains.

"Alright, knock it off you two! NOW!" Vaggie screamed opening the curtains, making the boys freeze seeing her pissed-off mood.

"If you're done singing your shower anthems for the whole hotel to hear, you can come out now." she said. "Charlie's taming the hellhound right now."

"Oh thank Satan." sighed Husk in relief.

"And don't worry, it's not a stray. Or a lesser." continued Vaggie. "I recently called its owner and he'll be over to pick her up shortly, so... this game of cat-and-dog is officially over..." she then sang at the end with a smirk before leaving the room.

Husk then grumbled as he and Angel grabbed and wrapped two towels around them.

"You can tell me." said Angel. "You were just a little scared-shitless, weren't ya?"

"Go fuck yourself." retorted Husk.

The two then walked out of the bathroom to see that the room they hid in was a honeymoon suite.

"Oh, FOR HELL'S SAKE!" shouted Husk, while Angel snicked.

"Okay, the owner's here! You two come out and say thank you before I hit you!" Vaggie spoke on the intercom.

The two walked slowly downstairs to see the hellhound with her owner, shaking Charlie's hands in a happy relief.

"I cannot express how thankful I am for this, Your Highness!" the owner said. "I'm so so sorry if my Loonie-Tooney caused any trouble."

"Oh, it's nothing, Mr...?"

"Blitzø's the name!" the owner replied. "I'm Blitzø, he 'O' is silent, founder and boss of I.M.P"

"What 'O?'" Husk and Angel looked at each other confused.

"Aw, thanks boys. I can tell we're gonna be friends." Blitzø said, hugging the two with each arm.

"Now, what do you two boys say?" Vaggie crossed her arms, speaking like a school teacher.

"Ugh... thank you Mr. Blitzø, we are eternally grateful." the two said in fake glee, sort of like a drunk Shirley Temple.

"Anything fellas." replied the boss, before cooing to the hellhound. "Now what does my Loona say?"

The hellhound, now known as Loona, lets out a massive bark looking at Husk and licking her lips in a smirk.

"Uh, she says thank you." Blitzø showed a nervous smile, before looking back at Charlie. "So, what sort of gratitude-returning favour shall you bid on me, Your Highness?"

"None. Just happy to help." replied Charlie with her smile.

"But you can explain me this." Husk said. "Why the hell is your mutt here to begin with?"

"It's not everyday we see bitches like her just scurrying around this neck of the woods like the biggest squirrel." Angel added as Loona growled at the two.

"Oh, there was a mishap at a Gluttony party I was spying on her at." explained Blitzø. "She often tells me I wouldn't like her after one drink, but LSD? That's a different rowboat, my friend."

"LSD, eh?" Angel said. "Hmm, I can relate."

"Well, luckily she was only feral." sighed Husk.

"Luckily?!" exclaimed Vaggie.

"Hey, what's important is that I wasn't mauled to bits. Or that she won't remember to do that if we meet again."

"I hate to differ big guy, but she would. She hates cats." Blitzø replied. "There once was this little shit who told her he was a cat person. ...And no way that little motherfucker was human or anything! Just saying."

Vaggie then squinted her eyes hearing that last part, feeling like Blitzø was hiding something. While at the same time, Blitzø held a leash around Loona's collar as he admired the scenery.

"Huh. So this is the oh-so famous Hazbin Hotel?" he said out loud. "Nice. A little kinky, but who cares? Hope you fuckwads do great with it!"

"Hold on!" Vaggie stopped him with a glare. "What... sort of business, does this I.M.P do?"

"Uhh..." Blitzø stuttered, trying not to blabber out the field work I.M.P do on Earth.

"It's just a business, where we do... nothing!"

"Seriously?" Husk mumbled.

"Well, gotta get going. Thanks again for picking up my daughter." Blitzø said.

"Only... on... p-paper!" Loona stuttered in a shortwave voice, still in her LSD trip.

"Anytime sir. Bye-bye!" Charlie waved goodbye as Blitzø left the Hazbin Hotel with Loona.

Everyone returned to their rooms, while Cherri Bomb went back to the couch and wrapped that other hellhound's tail around her again.

...

Meanwhile, in a radio station high above the hotel, Alastor watched as the imp and his hellhound set off for home.

Alastor was a deer-like sinner who wore a permanent smile, a red and black trench-coat, and had his red hair all over his ears. He was also known for his devious past work, a radio podcast where he broadcasted the screams of every overlord who tried to fuck with him and his name, making him an overlord himself.

"Hmm... I, M, P?" he said in his distorted radio voice. He slowly walked up to his cane placed next to his sound system.

"I just love a good old furry-sleuth mystery in the moonlight. Doth such wonders to the mind. Don't you think? Old friend?"

Alastor then tapped the microphone part of the cane, making it open its eye.

"Show me this I.M.P." he ordered bearing his sharp teeth.

The microphone then spewed out the website page of I.M.P using sparks of magic, showing him the business model and the pictures of its four employees.

"Ahh... what a surreal group of individuals. Oh, this will be fun." he then said in a creepy sing-song voice, before loudly cackling the little antlers out of his head.

A/N: Wow! What an amazing chapter to begin our journey even further! Sorry if it seemed long, but please, feel free to leave a review on how you liked it or even PM about it.

See y'all in the next chapter.