Emily's eyes groggily fluttered open. A splitting headache woke her up, and she slowly sat up, not wanting to cause herself anymore pain. She slowly looked all around the dark she was lying in, not familiar wither surroundings. Then it hit her; she was sent to hell by Michael and Gabriel in order to save her.
She tore the covers off of herself, fearing for the worst, but she saw that she was clothed in what appeared to be red pajamas with white outlines. They were a smidge too long for her, as if the person who took her in while unconscious was taller than herself.
While she was thankful for not being taken advantage of, she knew she could not stay any longer in this place; she had to find Charlie! With this objective in mind, she slowly heaved herself up. The wounds on her back barely hurt at all, so whoever found her, must have been a great doctor before he or she died.
She creeped towards the door and opened it a little bit, in order to see if the coast was clear. She could not see anyone, so she creeped out into the hallway. She was almost at the end of the hallway, which sported doors on both sides all the way down to the elevator. The doors were all the same, with the key difference that some had plaques with names on them.
One read "Zestial", while another one on the right sported the name "Alastor". There was also a name familiar to her, which read "Angel Dust". She could not quite place where she heard the name again, but it was really familiar. Nonetheless, she creeped further down the hallway.
She was almost at the elevator, when she suddenly hurt someone moan from a nearby room. At first Emily blushed, thinking that the person nearby was currently doing the deed with another inhabitant, but upon closer inspection, she realized that the moans were not from pleasure, but instead from pain.
The Fallen Seraphim followed the sounds until she was standing in front of a room with the plaque reading "Velvette". At first, she hesitated, thinking that she gets out of here and seek out either Charlie or Lucifer, but then she decided to help the person in pain. She opened the door and entered the room.
The room looked like it belongs to fashion designer. Several mannequins were rowed up against the wall to her right, some with pieces of clothing on them. In the corner directly right from the door, a rather large workbench, sporting a stitching machine, as well as a small loom.
At first, Emily wanted to check what the designer was working on, but another pain-filled moan interrupted her train of thought. She looked over to the bed, to see a person lying down, tossing and turning, clearly in pain. Emily quickly walked over and focused her Angelic powers into her hands.
She might be banished, but she still had access to her angelic powers, like scanning and healing injured people. With the scan being run, she quickly that the person lying in front of her was going through a state similar to withdrawal. The key difference though was the fact that the illness also clearly led to symptoms of malnourishment, which lead to the bad condition of the "patient".
She focused her powers once again into her hands, and they were suddenly enveloped in a slight green glow. She hovered over the person, as she slowly healed the injuries from whatever afflicted her. Emily slowly worked her way up to the woman's face and recoiled slightly at what she felt. Whatever this affliction was, deeply scarred the mental health of this person, albeit it was already healed slightly so she should come out of this with minimal damage.
Emily slowly stroked the woman's hair out of her face, when her heart suddenly skipped a beat. The sleeping face of this woman was almost too pure, absolutely not fitting for a sinner. She had black lipstick on, which made her mouth almost look like a beak. Her dark skin only accented her reddish hair, which was currently sprayed out all around her.
Emily quickly refocused, and slowly started to heal the rest of the mental damage caused by the malediction. While she did so, she felt as if the sleeping woman's soul was not fully her own. Upon focusing on this oddity, she quickly realized that her soul recently got bound, but not because of ill intentions, as she could clearly feel the warmth of this bond.
After a few more minutes, she was finally done, and the woman was now sleeping peacefully, no longer feeling any pain. Emily stepped back and finally turned around to see what the fashion designer was working on. While she herself was not particularly into fashion, she understood the rough principle of the craft. She could see that this Velvette was passionate about her job and worked tirelessly on this design.
It was then when she noticed a mannequin that was covered with a white blanket, as if it held a secret, it was not supposed to share. Emily carefully pulled the blanket off, which revealed a dress, not unlike her old one, but instead of white and grey, it sported a faded red color, with dark red trims. Around the chest area, a complex design, grey lines formed into a heart, and sported an open back. The dress also had no shoulder puffs, instead sported separate sleeves with the same dark red color as the trims of the dress.
Emily immediately fell in love with the dress but pulled herself together. Whoever this dress was made for, did deserve to wear it for the first time. And if she would wear it, she would steal it, which did not come into question for her. She stepped back and quietly exited the room. She turned around, and froze, when some sinner stood in front of her.
The sinner in question was cat-like in appearance, with dark grey fur on his back and white at the front. He was not wearing a shirt, but a pair of pants with suspenders. In one hand he held a bottle of alcohol, but Emily was not able to make out the brand. The other hand sported three cards, each held between the gaps of his fingers, although they disappeared quickly once she saw him. Emily recalled to have seen him somewhere before, but she could not place where exactly.
He looked at her as if she was an annoying bug, before asking, "The hell you doing here? You're still supposed to stay in your bed, you're not even fully healed."
"I'm sorry, but my name's Emily and I'm lo-" Emily started but was rudely interrupted by the person in front of her.
"I don't care, okay? And you don't have to tell me your name, I know what yours is!" The Sinner said, before taking a swig from his booze. "Get back to your room, and I'll let Charlie know tha-" He did not get to continue as he was tackled to the ground by the Seraphim.
"Wait you know Charlie? Like Charlie Morningstar, the Manager of the Hazbin Hotel, Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar?" Emily spoke excited.
"What the fuck?! Who else would we talking about, we are literally in the Hotel right now!" he shoved Emily off of himself, before standing up again.
"Then could you please bring me to her? I want to talk to her, Mister" Emily said, blanking on the name of the sinner in front of her.
"The names Husk, and I will tell her that you woke up, if you return and stay in your room!" he said, while pushing Emily back to her room.
"Wait, you're one of Angel Dust's friends, right? You helped him with his choices back at the club!" Emily said excited, finally being able to put a name to the face.
Husk was surprised that the Angel in front of her knew about the club incident, but shrugged it off, thinking that Charlie might have shown her something about that time.
Husk finally pushed her back into the room and closed the door. Now all Emily had to do was to wait. No problem for her right? Well, after only 30 seconds in the room, she started to fidget uncontrollably, and walk all around the room. A minute in, she started to get worried. What if Charlie would cast her out? What if she would gloat about her falling from heaven? Slowly, panic set in, as she thought about what she would do if Charlie rejected her.
When Emily was in a right frenzy, the door opened behind her, she turned around, and saw the person she wanted to see since she choose to be sent to hell. Charlie was standing in the door, and behind her, she could see there was a second, smaller figure, Vaggie. Unable to keep herself from showing her worry, she jumped at Charlie and hugged her tightly, fearing that if she let go, she would get kicked out.
Charlie, surprised by this action, hugged her back, trying to calm down the frantic Seraphim in her arms. She knew that it must have been literal hell to be banished from heaven, especially for unjust reasons as helping sinners. She hugged Emily back and let a little of her demonic powers flow into her hug, to comfort her.
Emily tightened her hug, mumbling "please don't leave me" over and over again, which broke Charlie's heart even more, as she could not believe Emily thought that she would kick her out. The hug lasted for a couple of seconds, before Emily slowly released Charlie.
"Emily, I'm so sorry that you were banished from heaven! I should not have pitched the idea of redeeming sinners to heaven, as your banishment was the result of my foolishness!" Charlie exclaimed, starting to cry for Emily's fate.
"No Charlie, don't worry about me! I knew what I was risking when I spoke out against Sera! And besides, I was not even banished, I choose to come here, as Sera was going to have me executed for helping you." Emily retorted, tears in her eyes, when she realized how much Charlie cared for her.
On the other hand, Vaggie, who heard every word of this conversation, left the room and went to her and Charlie's room. The fallen Angel was seething. How could Sera order Emily's execution for wanting to do the right thing over the easy thing. Oh, how she would enjoy killing either Adam, Lute, or any of the executioners who dared to attack them.
She walked on the balcony, and stretched her wings fully, before taking flight. She loved the feeling of flying, the wind blowing against her face. She did it to calm herself down and lately, she spent quite a lot of time in the air. Vaggie drew her circles above the hotel, before finally landing on the roof of the Hotel, where she sat down on the edge.
"Good night we have tonight, huh?" Vaggie looked up and to the figure standing right beside her.
"What are you doing here, Husk? Don't you have a bar to run?" Vaggie asked, while pulling out a pack of cigars from her pocket.
"Nah, Angel's staying with Val tonight, and the only other person who orders regularly is sitting here smoking. Mind tossing me one?" Husk asked, sitting down beside her.
Vaggie pulled out a lighter, igniting hers, while she passed the pack to Husk. She wanted to give him the lighter, but he stopped her, before igniting a fire with his fingers to light his cigar. The both of them sat in silence looking over the entirety of the Pride Ring, before Husk interrupted the silence.
"So, what got you in such a mood this time? It's not like you to flip that easily." Husk asked, looking over to Vaggie.
"It's just… I don't know. Heaven is really fucked with Emily's Exile, the Extermination coming closer by the day. The only thing on my mind right now is to kill Adam, since he is the root of all the problems we face right now!" Vaggie replied, still not sure what she was fighting for truly.
"Sounds like a lot is happening up there" Husk faintly smiled. "Hey, you know what I found our newest fallen Angel doing when she woke?" Husk asked.
Vaggie motioned for him to continue. "She was in Vel's room, and for quite a while at that. Was hovering with her hand all over her, before seeming content with whatever she had done. She was about to leave, when she saw the outfit Vel was currently working on. I was sure I had to get in and drag her out, so she would not steal the thing, when she left the room."
Vaggie chuckled for a moment. "Seems to me that our dear Overlord will have a lot of company once she wakes." She said, while looking up at the entrance to heaven.