"God damn it! It must be around somewhere..."
Angel Dust stealthily looked around every nook and cranny around the hotel. He figured they must've stashed his drugs somewhere. He walked down a hall on the upper floor.
"Just a hit. All I want is just a hit."
He was desperate. It had been some time after the war with heaven, the one that hell had successfully won. It shook him to his core. He had thought for sure they wouldn't make it. Yet here he was. Even though Sir Pentious, his friend wasn't. Angel Dust wouldn't admit it, but he was suffering from survivors guilt. Pentious was his friend, even though things were rocky at the beginning and he was jealous, he still cared for him dearly.
Angel was reaching the door of Alastor's quarters.
"Good god. Would they?"
He reached for the knob.
"What are you doing?"
Angel turned around to see Vaggie, who seemed none too pleased to find him.
"None of your business."
"Angel, don't tell me you're seriously looking for drugs. I told you. We got rid of them."
"Oh please. I wasn't looking for drugs."
"You sure about that?" she asked. "Look, even if we did hide them, what makes you think we'd hide them in there?"
She had a point. Angel thought about it. Was he seriously about to step into Alastor's private quarters? Who knew what kind of evil awaited him. He then realized how foolish he'd been.
"Alright. You caught me." Angel admitted. "It's just been...rough."
Vaggie's expression softened.
"I know...it's been hard for all of us. Look, why don't you come downstairs and have Husk pour you a drink?"
"Alright. I'll be down in a moment."
Vaggie walked away, leaving Angel alone in his thoughts. He looked back at Alastor's door.
"Maybe...just to put my fears to rest. Wouldn't hurt, right?"
Angel slowly reached for the knob and gave it a twist. Much to his surprise, it was unlocked. He slowly opened it to find it pitch black.
"Hello?" Angel whispered quietly. "Al? You in here?"
He turned on the light. Alastor was nowhere to be found. Angel briefly looked around. He had such a large stash he would've been able to quickly spot it.
"Yeah. I should've figured as much. Guess it really is all gone."
Then, one item shimmered and caught his eye. A small golden box. He picked it up.
"What is this thing? A rubix cube?"
Angel gave it a few twists and figured it was a puzzle toy.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..."
Angel dropped the box. The Radio Demon himself stepped over to him and picked up the box.
"Alastor! I...I was just wondering if you were in here."
"Well I am now." he said twisting the box back to its original position. "So what brings you here?"
"Well...I was looking for my drugs."
Alastor let out a chuckle.
"As if I would allow such filth into my quarters. They threw it all away ages ago."
"Yeah, that's what I figured. But uh...what is that thing?"
"Oh?"
Alastor looked at it for a few moments in silence. He knew if he told him the truth, it would start an avalanche of problems for the hotel. But maybe...just maybe it would lead him out of his predicament. A smile larger than normal crept on his face.
"It's a magical puzzle box, my friend. Legend has it that who ever solves it will be rewarded...the ultimate torment. But other legends claim its solver will be rewarded the ultimate pleasure."
"The ultimate...pleasure?"
"Indeed. However I never have been able to solve it myself, and kind of just forgot about it."
Alastor tossed Angel the box.
"But maybe you can. If you do, let me know what the ultimate pleasure is."
"Uh...sure. Thanks Alastor. Have a good night."
Angel left the quarters. Alastor closed his door.
"Perhaps he'll be prefered...as the new plaything."
Later...
Angel Dust was enjoying his drink. He sadly looked over to the portrait of Sir Pentious.
"Hey...Husk?"
"Yeah?" Husk asked, wiping a glass.
"What do you think happens...if we die?"
"Uh...I don't know. Nobody knows."
"Like...what happens when we're double dead? Do we like...go to double hell?"
"Not sure. But I don't want to find out."
"Yeah...me neither."
Angel put the puzzle box onto the counter.
"What the hell is that?" asked Husk.
"I dunno. It's a puzzle box toy Alastor gave me. He said you'll feel the ultimate pleasure if you solve it. Whatever the fuck that is. I've had every pleasure you can name from this side of the nine circles. The ultimate? That's a stretch."
"Well why don't you try solving it and find out? I could use a good laugh."
"Heh. Me too."
Angel gave the box a few twists. He tried every combination he could. Until all of a sudden...
WHAM!
The box trembled in Angel's hands and began to glow. The hotel began to shake.
"What's...going on?" asked Husk. Everyone came down to the lobby to see the commotion. Vaggie noticed the box by Angel.
"Angel...what did you do!?"
"Nothin'! I was just fucking around with this box Alastor gave me!"
"ALASTOR!" Vaggie yelled.
"What?" Alastor asked calmly, feigning innocence. "I thought it was just a little toy."
Lights were bursting and windows were breaking.
"My windows!" Niffty cried.
WHOOSH!
The front doors slammed open, and the gang was blinded by a beacon of light and riddled with a strong wind. Four beings stepped into the hotel. One of them had ghostly white skin and pins in his head, one was large and round with small glasses. Another had a ghastly face with a large protruding set of teeth that chattered, and one was a haunting woman with no hair and her throat opened up. She glanced at Charlie and Vaggie. The one with the the pinned head stepped forward and pointed at Angel Dust.
"You...you opened the box. You summoned us. We came."
Charlie's expression softened into a smile.
"Oh my gosh...of course! More guests!"
Charlie broke free of Vaggie's grasp and ran toward the beings.
"Charlie, no!"
Charlie went right up to the pin-headed man. He looked down at her, unamused.
"Hello, sir! Thank you so much for stopping by! Welcome, to the Hazbin Hotel!"
The man looked around briefly before turning his attention back to Angel.
"You opened the box...now you must come with us."
The chattering teeth man walked over towards Angel.
"Hold on!"
Vaggie appeared in front of the man with her spear pointed at his teeth.
"Angel isn't going anywhere!"
"Oh no. Don't do that." the pin-headed man said.
WHOOSH!
Four hooked chains came out of nowhere and pierced Vaggie's skin, painfully lifting her into the air and causing her to drop her spear.
"AHH! Oh god!" she yelled.
"Vaggie!" yelled Charlie. An intense anger filled her and her horns grew from her head. "LET HER GO!"
"PERHAPS...I can be of assistance."
Alastor stepped forward.
"Ah...Alastor. We thought we lost you." said the pin-headed man.
"So sweet of you to come back." said the woman. Alastor's eye trembled. He was afraid but kept his smile.
"Our friend there...opened the box, did he?"
"Oh yes." the woman replied.
"It was my fault. He didn't know what it was."
"ALASTOR!" yelled Angel. "You son of a bitch!"
"However...he did seek the pleasure I said awaited him."
"So he did summon us." the pin-headed man said with a smirk. Charlie morphed back to normal.
"Where are you taking him?" she asked.
"To our realm. Where we'll show him our sights." said the woman with a small smile.
"Please...he's our friend. A-Allow yourselves time to reconsider. See what I have to offer you." Charlie offered softly. "Please let Vaggie go."
The man nodded. Vaggie was let go and fell to the floor. Angel, Husk and Niffty helped her up.
"It is not her we want. She did not call us. He did." said the man.
"Alastor..." Vaggie said angrily. "Who are these fucking people?"
"Angels to some..." the man said. "Demons to others. We are explorers...searching the vast regions of space and time for experience."
"Then I got one for you! This will be the experience of a lifetime!" said Charlie.
"Go on..." the man said, curious.
"Here at my Hazbin Hotel, we rehabilitate sinners and send them on the journey to salvation!"
The four beings cackled. Charlie frowned.
"It's true. Angel Dust is our prime example. He was a drug abusing drug using...druggy. But he's since cleaned up."
"If he was...maybe he wouldn't have called us. There is darkness in his heart." explained the man.
"I didn't know what it was!" cried Angel.
"Please...just...allow me to make my case. Stay a while." Charlie offered again. The doors shut.
"Your plight is quite amusing. Perhaps we should stay. Alastor. This would be a good time to...catch up." said the man.
Alastor gulped. The man lifted his arm up and the box flew into his hand. He made it disappear.
"Is there somewhere he and I could go that is more...private?" the man asked with a smirk. Alastor trembled.
"Of course!" said Charlie cheerfully. "Alastor has his own quarters, but here's a key to your own rooms!"
She handed them each a room key.
"Splendid. Come, Alastor. It has been some time."
The man lifted his arm up. He and Alastor vanished. The chattering teeth man and the man with the glasses wandered off to explore, leaving the woman behind.
"You're...Charlie, was it?" the woman asked in a deep voice. "A...pleasure to meet you."
"Uh...likewise. You are?" asked Charlie.
"Some call me...Deep Throat."
"Uh...never would've guessed. Would you uh...like a tour?"
"That would be lovely."
Vaggie stepped up to them, still bleeding.
"Charlie...you can't be serious."
"Come on, Vaggie. You know as well as I do what this hotel is all about."
"Look what they did to me! They're dangerous."
"No more surprises. I promise." said Deep Throat. "Forgive our friend. He didn't want anyone to interfere, and was protecting us. Perhaps...I can explain more?"
Charlie looked at Vaggie.
"If any of you pull a stunt like that again...you're fucking done, got it?" asked Vaggie.
"Of course."
The three of them walked down the halls. Charlie explained her mission, while Deep Throat explained hers.
"So...this Leviathan fella. He's like...your boss?" asked Charlie.
"We are his servants. We spread his message of experience. We thought we ventured into every corner of hell, my dear. But we never came across such a peculiar place as this."
"Oh you'll find much more here!"
"I look forward to it. By the way...you two. You are...involved, yes?" Deep Throat asked.
"Uh...yeah." Vaggie said.
"Forgive me. I could...sense it. If you're interested...perhaps I could share with you two...my experience."
The two women blushed.
"I...I don't know." said Vaggie rubbing her arm. The wound suddenly began to feel...good.
"What...what is this?"
"You feel it, yes? Would you like to feel more?"
"Vaggie...what is she talking about?" asked Charlie. Vaggie kept rubbing her wound. She dug her nails into it, bleeding it out more as she moaned.
"Vaggie...you're bleeding."
"Charlie...you need to feel this. It's...ohhh..." Vaggie said moaning. Deep Throat smiled.
"Do you have somewhere more...private?" Deep Throat asked.
The three of them were in Charlie and Vaggie's bedroom. Vaggie undressed and kept scratching herself. Deep Throat undressed, revealing her self-mutilated and beautiful body.
"Charlie...it feels so good." said Vaggie.
Charlie looked at Deep Throat, who smiled.
"Okay...I'll give it a try."
Charlie quickly undressed. Deep Throat took out a hook, and lightly pricked Charlie's skin. She squeaked.
"Ow."
"Shh..." Deep Throat said. "Touch me...here." she pointed at her open throat. Charlie gently touched the woman's throat as she gargled and moaned. Vaggie put her arms around Charlie.
"Now...touch me down here."
The woman spread her legs, revealing her pierced, bleeding vagina. Charlie gently rubbed it as Vaggie rubbed Charlie's. Deep Throat dug the hook deeper into Charlie's skin, releasing a wave of pleasure that crawled to every inch of her body. She moaned. Deep Throat reached a hand and rubbed across Vaggie's vagina.
"This is...amazing!"
The woman laughed.
"Ohh...it's always so fun...to please first timers." Deep Throat said. She leaned in and bit Charlie's neck, giving her an intense hickey. She moaned loudly. Deep Throat pulled the hook out of Charlie and pierced Vaggie. She moaned loudly in response. Little by little, Deep Throat hooked the three of them all together.
The three of them enjoyed their pleasure immensely. To Charlie and Vaggie, it felt like a beautiful nightmare. It was painful and intense.
Later...
The three of them rested on the bed, panting and covered in blood and scars.
"I...I have no words." said Charlie.
"That is only a lick of what we can do." Deep Throat said kissing Charlie on the cheek.
"Does...even heaven have such sights?" asked Vaggie. Even during her time up there, nothing heaven had to offer could compare.
"No. Nowhere else can you find such experience."
BUZZ!
Charlie looked over at her phone and picked it up. It was a text from her father.
I'M COMING OVER RIGHT NOW! CHARLIE! HIDE! GET AWAY FROM THE CENOBITES!
"Uh oh..."
TO BE CONTINUED...