Prologue:
The Immediate Murder Professionals Headquarters:
"Fuck!" Blitzo yelled as he read the notice that was on top of the table. "What with this fucking new policy!" He yelled in indignation as he smashed the papers into the table.
"Strangely, I agree with you sir, I genuinely don't understand the point of it." Moxxie spoke before sipping a cup of coffee. "I mean, I understand the reasoning behind it but I simply don't understand why they are forcing everyone to comply in such a drastic matter."
"Does that mean we're 'unna hire a new employer?" Millie asked in confusion, not knowing whether she liked or disliked the idea.
"Oh great..." Loona rolled her eyes as she scrolled through her phone. She, on the other hand, was not a fan of the idea.
The Immediate Murder Professionals were in the middle of a meeting discussing a strange new policy that was suddenly added to the building.
"This is fucking stupid, why do we need to hire a janitor!" Blitzo yelled in indignation. "This place is spotless as it is!"
Moxxie and Millie gave Blitzo a look, before they moved their heads to look behind him and saw leftover food that Blitzo left on the floor which was filled with disgusting insects. Then they moved their heads to look at the ceiling where they could see white stains that they hoped was mayonnaise or something, despite knowing perfectly well what they're boss liked to do in that room. But that wasn't the end since they actually moved their heads to look behind them and they noticed a nest of rats that seemed to be having a fancy dinner with Blitz's disgusting leftovers.
"Maybe having a janitor is not such a bad idea..." Moxxie decided to speak up, especially after realizing that the white stain on the ceiling began to drip down. Making him cover his mouth in order to try to resist the urge to vomit on the floor.
"Yeah, ah'm kind of okay with that idea." Millie agrees with her husband, especially after a cockroach began to approach her. With her stabbing it with her knife right away.
"Oh come on!" Blitzo wasn't happy with how easy they accepted. "Loona, you agree that we don't need a janitor right?"
"If you had to smell half of the shit that is inside this damn building, you wouldn't have the nerve to ask me that." Loona unfortunately had to smell every single nasty thing in there against her will. "Hire the fucking janitor, Blitz." If the janitor actually makes that shithole smell better, she won't complain.
"What the fuck?!" Blitzo really didn't want to waste money to hire a janitor . "How am I supposed to find a janitor during the Apocalypse Weekend?!" Since they had until the end of the week to hire one, or else they might be closed down by health inspection. What made that situation particularly annoying was the fact that they actually received that notice on monday, but Blitzo only opened an hour ago which put them all in a difficult spot.
"It's the apocalypse weekend already?!" Millie totally forgot.
"Honey, can we please not repeat what occurred last year?" Moxxie was quick to request his beloved wife as he was still not fully recovered from last time.
It fell on deaf ears as Millie stood up, grabbed her phone and was quick to call Sally May as she exited the room.
"Hey!" Blitzo called her. "The meeting ain't over yet!"
"What else is there to discuss?" Moxxie asked him since he highly doubts that there is anything else.
"Well, we need to discuss how exactly we are supposed to find a janitor until the end of Apocalypse Weekend." Blitzo pointed out that Apocalypse Weekend was possibly the most celebrated holiday in hell. Meaning that almost everyone would be too busy celebrating to actually do anything else.
"Good luck with that." Loona stood up from her chair with her gaze locked on her phone. Before she exited the room.
"Wait, where are you going?" Blitzo asked.
"To the Antichrist's appreciation party." Loona bluntly responded before passing through the door and shutting it behind her.
"Isn't that party like... super exclusive?" Moxxie was actually shocked that Loona was able to get into one of them.
"Oh god!" Blitzo was annoyed. "What's with this obsession with a guy that disappeared years ago?!"
"Sir... The Antichrist was and possibly still the most beloved figure in Hell." Moxxie was himself a fan, mostly because he considers his songs to be great.
"Yeah, and the guy gets a whole weekend of people worshiping his ass while we are stuck having to search for someone to clean our shit!" Blitzo was quite stressed by that.
"Well, complaining won't do us any good." Moxxie decided to take that seriously. "We will have to hire a Janitor until Monday, or else we will be in trouble."
Blitzo sighed and rubbed his face as he didn't have the slightest idea of how he would find a new employer during the holiday. To distract himself for a second, he decided to turn on the television, so he reached for the remote and turned on the TV that was right behind him..
"As it pains the hearts of many even to this day." The first thing they came across was a channel containing a news report or something like that.. "Today, as many of you know, is the beginning of the Apocalypse Weekend."The presenter declared. "Meant to serve as an appreciation day to Hell's most important figure, our one and only Antichrist." A photo of the Antichrist appeared on screen after he announced.
"Well... I can't exactly blame everyone." Blitzo had to admit after being reminded why the Antichrist was so adored.
"As much as it shames me to admit this as a married man... He is the most beautiful Demon I have ever seen." Moxxie himself agreed with him. "Though, I am not as ashamed considering that Millie thinks the same."
"Loona has several posters of him in her room, so I guess all of us are into him." Blitzo pointed out to Moxxie's surprise.
"As we do every year since the Antichrist's unexplained disappearance. We will show the exclusive footage of his last known concert from his yearly live performance at Lu Lu World. The presenter announced.
"Did he seriously only do one concert per year?" Blitzo asked since he wasn't a fan of his music like Moxxie was.
"Yes, and believe it or not, they actually begin to sell the tickets for it the day after the performance and they usually get sold out after an hour or two." Moxxie knows because he actually attempted to get a ticket for an Antichrist concert. But they got sold out before he could. "Made it worse since you can't actually get the footage of his performances since they are extremely exclusive." He then looked at the TV. "Can you please turn up the volume, the first song he plays is my favorite."
"We should be discussing our litt-... Oh fuck it." Blitzo wasn't in the mood to worry about that right now, so he just turned up the volume to hear one of Antichrist's songs.
Hazbin Hotel:
Charlotte Morningstar sighed and laid on her bed hiding under her covers with a sense of forlorn. Hate was a word Charlie didn't use very often, the list of things she legitimately hated could be counted in a single hand and she would still have fingers to spare. She was a very kind and loving person who regarded hate as an ugly emotion to be avoided. However, the Princess of Hell could say with absolute confidence that she HATED this time of year.
The Apocalypse Weekend; A holiday that she used to adore with every inch of her body, but now... All it did was bring her painful memories.
However, the comfort that Charlie was enjoying under her covers was cut short by someone pulling it off of her. With a loud sigh escaping someone's lips. The someone was her girlfriend, Vaggie.
Vaggie was on the same boat, mostly because it genuinely pained her to see Charlie in that state. "Listen, you can't just holed up in bed all day." She had legitimate reason to be worried since Charlie has been like that since yesterday in the morning.
"Vaggie..." Charlie was quick to pick the covers and pulled them over her head once again. "I just can't, everywhere I go, it reminds me of him." He wasn't exaggerating, his image is practically everywhere during Apocalypse Weekend, which only made her feel worse.
"Charlie..." Vaggie spoke in a very low voice, despite the fact that she hated seeing her like that, she knew that there was nothing she could do. "Alright, But if you need anything, just let me know, okay?" She gently pulled down the cover once again to expose her head.
"Okay..." The two shared a soft kiss on the lips before Charlie covered herself again.
There was nothing that she could do, so she decided to give Charlie her space and wait until that dreadful weekend ends. So she made her way out of Charlie's room and proceeded to go to the main Lobby. Vaggie knew perfectly how close Charlie and the Antichrist were, which is the reason why she can understand how she feels.
It took her a minute for her to reach the lobby.
"No luck?" Husk, who was preparing himself a drink, asked.
"No." Vaggie approached him and took a seat in front of the bar. "If one day this Antichrist shows himself, I plan on having a few words with him." The individual brought nothing but bitterness on her due to the effect that he has on Charlie.
"The guy has been missing for years now and I doubt he will ever show himself again." Husk was quick to shut that idea down. "And by the looks of it, him and Charlie were extremely close and I doubt that he's doing it on purpose."
"Ladies and Gentleman!" Suddenly, both Vaggie and Husk heard the sound of what appeared to be an announcement. "You are gathered here today to witness the full definition of perfection!" Both Vaggie and Husk moved their heads to look at where the sound was coming from and realized that it was basically Angel Dust, who just turned on the TV.
"Turn up the volume, Angie." Cherri Bomb was also there, with the two friends sitting next to one another to see it.
"Ah!" Vaggie grunted in deep annoyance. "You two as well?"
"What?" Angel Dust lifted his shoulders in confusion. "They only play the Antichrist's songs once a year." Nobody in hell can get their hands on the actual records, so most can only hear it during Apocalypse Weekend.
Vaggie genuinely doesn't understand what the fuss is about, mostly because she never heard any of his songs. But everyone said that all of his songs were masterpieces.
"Oh... Is he gonna play that one about Greed?" Suddenly, Niffy also appeared and sat on the couch, showcasing the exact same enthusiasm as everyone else.
"Seriously, can yo-" She moved her head to look at Husk, only to see him also walking to join the others to watch the Antichrist's concert.
Earning him an apprehensive look from Vaggie. "What?" He gulped down a bottle of booze. "I'm a fan." Before he lifted and showed that he was wearing an Antichrist bracelet.
Vaggie sighed before standing up and joining everything else in order to finally see what the fuss was all about. "Where is Alastor?" She decided to ask since she didn't see the Radio Demon all day.
"He said that he had to go meet someone that he owed a favor to." Niffy responded while he single eye was fixated on the TV, waiting to see the Antichrist appear on screen.
Vaggie look at the TV as the concert was about to begin.
On the TV, they saw an unbelievably large audience of demons from every single ring of hell, all cheering and screaming in anticipation. There were very large and bright lights shining into the sky, until it highlighted a gigantic castle flying over the Theme Park that belonged to Charlie's father. The castle was unbelievably large and twisted looking, but at the same time it held a strange and somewhat abstract beauty. It was also completely gilted in what appeared to be diamonds and gold.
It only took a few seconds for the Castle to be above Lu Lu World. Where everyone screamed in deep anticipation for the Birthday boy to show himself.
It didn't take long, because five seconds later, A colossal red dragon emerged from the castle and flew all the way up into the sky, spitting a strange red fire downard all the way to the stage where everyone was standing in front of it.
Only for the fire to collide with it, and disperse almost immediately. Revealing the one that everyone was waiting for. Causing the audience to release nearly fanatical cheers of adoration.
The Antichrist was inhumanly beautiful. Standing at around seven feet tall with very pale-lilac skin. He had long slick-back blonde hair, with thick honey blonde streaks. His lips are black and he has rosy red cheeks, thin eyebrows and his eyes had light violet irises, very pale yellow sclera, slit pupils , his eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He was wearing red pants, a white, leather belt, white gloves, and high, white boots. A long red coat, very basic in design, with an upturned collar and short sleeves with white cuffs, though the coat lacks coattails. Underneath the coat, he was wearing what appears to be a white long-sleeved shirt, with a red vest with white clasps over it. Last but not least, he had a nice looking red fedora in his head.
The screams and cheers practically echoed throughout the area. With him simply standing there motionless. Until he extended both of his hands, and looked into the sky. Where the colossal dragon once again spit red fire downward right into the stage. However, halfway down, the fire dispersed revealing something that appeared to be a guitar. That fell all the way into the Antichrist hands. It was a heavily ornate, cross shaped guitar.
"I still can't believe that's actually Charlie's brother." Despite the obvious resemblance between the two.
"I know right?" Angel Dust agreed, because he can't believe someone from the Antichrist's caliber could be related to Charlie.
"The Ultimate Bad Boy of Hell..." Niffy spoke out loud as she gushed over the Antichrist's beauty.
Less than a second later, the Antichrist proceeds to play his guitar. The sound that came from it was amazing, and he played with such a finesse that would put even the greatest guitarists to shame. As he continued to play his guitar solo, the Demon stepped forward and to everyone's anticipation.
He began to sing.
Cheap Hotel:
Ahhhh..." Sounds of grunting echoed throughout that dirty hotel room. "Mmmmm..." Grunts of pain to be more precise.
In shadows deep, where echoes keep,
With the only thing muffling the sound, was the beautiful and angelic voice that was coming out of the television. Where it showcased the Antichrist playing his iconic guitar in front of a gigantic audience.
"Fuck... Just... Fuck..." A low and somewhat angelical voice echoed through that empty room. That voice came from the individual that was occupying that hotel room. Who was leaning on the bathroom sink. He was standing there, completely naked, with golden blood coming out of two large gaping wounds in his back.
A devil walks the line,
With eyes of flame, but heart untamed,
A fear he can't define.
As he watched his reflection, he began to take very deep breaths, over and over and over again. Until he lifted his left hand up and clicked his fingers. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Which engulfed his entire back with blue fire. Normally, that wouldn't hurt him. But those two wounds in his back were a completely different story. "FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" A curse escaped his lips as soon as the fire dispersed.
He roams the night, with whispered fright,
Of wings that might unfold,
To lose the fire, the dark desire,
However, it accomplished what he wanted. Which would cauterize the wounds so they would stop bleeding.
And step in light's hold.
A loud sigh escaped his lips as he looked at himself in the mirror. He lifted his left hand once again and clicked his fingers, causing a pair of scissors and a makeup kit to appear in the palm of his left hand. Placing both items inside of the sink, he prepared himself for a seemingly impossible task.
Trying to make himself not look so good.
Oh, the chains of heaven, they bind him tight,
A halo's glow, a haunting sight.
The devil shivers at the thought of grace,
Afraid to wear an angel's face.
The chorus of the song echoed through his ears as he prepared himself. "Alright... Here we go..." The first thing he did was to grab the scissors and began to cut his own hair. With the pieces of his beautiful blond hair falling into that bathroom sink until it was completely filled with it. "Okay... I think that's enough... Shit..." Now, his hair was a scraggly medium length blond hair with messy bangs composed of honey blonde streaks covering his forehead. Mommy would kill me if she saw this... That was his first thought when he saw his new hairstyle.
In the silence, beneath the moon's gaze,
He dreams of skies unknown,
Where spirits rise, in endless haze,
Unfortunately, it wasn't over yet. He picked up the makeup kit that was under his cutted hair. Before clicking his fingers and causing them to be completely burned by blue fire. Once the remains of his beautiful hair were practically incinerated. He opened the makeup kit.
Yet he stands alone.
His horns might fade, in holy light,
The fear cuts through his core,
In truth, he was completely clueless because he never really did makeup on himself before. Mostly because he never actually needed it and because someone else always did that for him.
To leave the night, to lose the fight,
What waits beyond the door?
"Ummm..."
The end result was pure shit. His face was now unusually pale since he actually covered his rose cheeks and his eyes looked deeply hollow due to the dark shading that he put around them.
Oh, the chains of heaven, they bind him tight,
A halo's glow, a haunting sight.
The devil shivers at the thought of grace,
Afraid to wear an angel's face.
"Good enough..." Although, that might have been what he was going for. Since he doesn't look like himself anymore.
He counts the stars, lost in their glow,
A path he dares not tread.
For every step towards the dawn,
Is a step where demons dread.
He dropped the makeup kit and stepped away from the sink in order to take a good look at himself. It wasn't just his face that was beautiful, but he had an exceptional physique as well. With perfectly sculpted muscles and a strangely graceful lean figure that was only highlighted by his height. "Not good." His body didn't match his face and hair at all.
A path he dares not tread.
So he turned around and returned to the bedroom of that hotel room. In order to check what was on top of the bed. A purple knit turtleneck with an inverted cross painted in front of it, a pair of purple leggings that perfectly matched the turtleneck and a purple ballet flats.
For every step towards the dawn,
Unceremoniously, he put on the clothes that he brought along since he had to get rid of his other ones. Once he was fully dressed, he took a good look at the mirror.
Is a step where demons dread.
"What the fuck?" That was his immediate reaction in regards to his new look. "I look like a gay Cesare." Which was not the look that he was going for at all. "Ahh..." He rubbed his eyes and proceeded to calm himself. "But, this is actually a good disguise so I shouldn't complain." Because it did a perfect job in hiding his perfect body, since the outfit made him look scrawny wimp.
In shadows deep, where echoes keep,
A devil walks alone,
Afraid to rise, to meet the skies,
His gaze moved to the television, where he saw the Antichrist performing. With him spawning four angel wings from his back and flying into the sky while playing his ornate guitar, singing about his greatest fear. The sight of those beautiful wings made him tear up completely against his will. The tears ruined his newly applied make-up. Gently tounching his own back as the tears fell from his eyes because he could still feel as they were still there.
To call the light his own.
Oh, the chains of heaven, they bind him tight,
A halo's glow, a haunting sight.
With the individual taking a good look at the Antichrist before looking at himself in the mirror, before he wiped the tears from his eyes. "No one will be able to tell." He was sure of it, because anyone that actually knows him knew that he would never look like that.
The devil shivers at the thought of grace,
Afraid to wear an angel's face.
Afraid to wear an angel's fa-
Having had enough of listening to the song, he clicked his fingers and set the TV on fire. Blue fire to be more precise.
"Okay, I got a disguise, so what am I supposed to do now?" He asked himself since he was clueless.
"Wow, I was under the impression that you were a competent sibling." He widened his eyes and turned around in surprise. Where he saw a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. Sporting a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown. His eyes have dark-red sclera, bright-red irises and thin black pupils. His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoofed toes and red red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. The accessories include a black knitted bow tie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. He also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice.
"Alastor." He frowned and crossed his arms. "So you actually found me."
The one standing inside of the bathroom was none other than Alastor, also known as The Radio Demon. A sinner demon and one of the many powerful Overlords of Hell.
"The real question should be, how did no one else find you yet, Lu Lu." Alastor corrected him as he approached him. "I don't think you need me to tell you this, but subtlety was never your specialty." He took a good look at him from top to bottom. "And I fail to see how dressing up like a gay Cesare is going to help you remain anonymous."
"Get to the fucking point before I lose my patience and if you're actually planning to blackmail me, I suggest you use every bit of common sense that you have inside that empty head of yours and remember who you are speaking to." Lu Lu was quick to remind him that he could literally destroy him with a snap of his fingers. "And considering that I still don't approve of what you did with the Happy Hotel, you are one wrong word from being roasted."
"Oh, and who am I speaking to exactly?" Alastor asked him. "Because if I am guessing correctly, this isn't the great comeback that Hell has been waiting for since you disappeared without a trace." The Radio Demon decided to test his luck.
"You are speaking with someone that can literally destroy you with a click on his fingers, so once again, get to the fucking point." Lu Lu insisted.
"Despite my curiosity being through the roof over where was the biggest celebrity in Hell all this time." Alastor finally decided to get to the point. "I believe you and I have unfinished business to attend to."
A sigh escaped his lips since he totally forgot about that. "Fine, but first, tell me how you found me."
"Well, it is not everyday that you see someone falling from the sky, nor finding a trail of golden blood." Alastor bluntly answered his question. "I am actually quite surprised that our dear Charlotte didn't notice, but considering that she is refusing to get out of bed in response to what this weekend represents..."
Lu Lu just frowned and looked down in response to that piece of information. But unfortunately, there is nothing he can do, at least not for now.
"The sight of her during this time of year is enough to break even my heart." Hearing that made Lu Lu lift his left hand, with his thumb and middle finger touching connected. "Alright, alright, let us change the subject then."
"Just take it, get out and keep your fucking mouth shut." Lu Lu clicked his fingers and made something appear in a puff of blue fire right in front of Alastor. "Or else."
"It was wonderful doing business with you again." Alastor took what he wanted and stuffed it inside of his jacket. "I do hope you come visit sometime." He declared as he made his way towards the door. "Happy Apocalypse Weekend." He said this with his annoying perpetual grin before he walked out of the door. "Or should I say... Happy Birthday, Evanthos Morningstar." That was the last thing he said before he shut the door behind him.
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That was all that Evanthos Morningstar could say in response to the situation that he finds himself in.
Q AND A:
Hey just wanted to quickly say Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas.
I'll answer everything on the next chapter, but thanks for all the suggestions, as for Abel... I'll have to use my alternative idea which is completely different but similar having absolutely nothing to do with Abel.