Yeah… there was quite a wait, wasn't there…

Progress on this fic got sidetracked by Robstar Week, the Book of Bill fic, the DuckTales fic, grad school starting, more HB episodes releasing, going on vacation, honestly not being sure how to string this stuff together, etc.

I eventually figured splitting up what would've been one long chapter into a few smaller chapters is probably my best option to get something out.

Indeed, Blitzø had dragged his daughter and employees with him to the hotel, not that they minded. After all the crap they'd been through recently, they deserved a break.

"Hello!" Charlie greeted them. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

Millie gasped. "It's the princess! Mox, get the camera! We need a picture to frame!"

Charlie smiled and posed for a picture with Millie. Moxxie took the pic and showed it to his wife.

"That looks great!" she said. "Sal's gon' be so jealous!"

The pic is gonna go right alongside Millie's prized Thing from Loo Loo Land.

She was studying the picture when Niffty suddenly approached. "I sense you're a fellow stabby woman," she said enthusiastically.

"It's a good livin'," she replied. "By the way, good job on E-Day." Her voice shifted to a low whisper. "Is it true he's here?"

"Yep!" Niffty giggled. "We can stab him together. It's always fun stabbing with a friend…"

The duo ran off toward the hotel's resident antediluvian.

Meanwhile, Loona was just looking around when KeeKee quickly jumped in front of her and hissed.

Loona chuckled. "Two can play that game." She growled, making KeeKee flinch a little.

"Go Loony!" Blitzø cheered. "Establish dominance!"

(None of them noticed Alastor keeping his distance from Loona, not wanting anyone to be aware of his strong dislike of dogs. Dying because dogs alerted a game hunter to his presence in the woods would do that to you.)

Loona and Keekee's eyes narrowed, gearing up for an epic brawl, butCharlie rushed in and grabbed KeeKee before things got violent.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "She doesn't really get along with Hellhounds."

"So she's racist!?" Blitzø yelled. "Even the upper-class pets look down on people like us!"

Charlie frantically shook her head. "That's not—" She paused and thought about it for a few seconds. "Hmm, maybe she is. "Apologize, KeeKee."

KeeKee shut her eye and shook her head.

"It starts with sorry, KeeKee…" Charle put on that irresistible puppy eye face.

KeeKee meowed apologetically. Satisfied, Charlie set her down and let her scamper away.

"Huh, I guess you're not as bad as some other privileged royals," Blitzø admitted. He then reached into his jacket pocket and whips out a horse doll. "Here ya go. This is the greatest gift I can give."

(It's actually one of the horse dolls he likes the least, but Charlie didn't need to know that.)

"It's a horse."

"Yup!"

Charlie shrugged. "Thank you very much!"

Lucifer decided to do an impromptu musical performance with his magictastical backflipping rubber duck (that spits fire).

Rubber duckie, you're the one

You make bath time lots of fun

Rubber duckie, I'm awfully fond of you

"I still can't believe Silly Duck Man over there is literally the Devil," said Cherri, who currently stood alongside Beelzebub and Satan (in his rarely seen smaller form).

Satan grumbled. "He's the most powerful being in Hell yet also the goofiest. He wastes his talent on such silly songs. It's quite the dichotomy."

"Hey, you know damn well Luci's one of the best musicians around," Bee remarked. "Too bad Johnny the fiddler beat him that one time and he never got over it."

Cherri did a spit take _ Beelzejuice. "You're tellin' me that 'The Devil Came Down to Georgia' is fuckin' real!?"

Satan nodded. "It was a crushing defeat for the forces of Hell. I would've fared much better, of course."

Bee scoffs while giving Cherri a fresh glass of juice. _ took a massive swig in order to process that revelation. tastes like rich mead

"At least he's finally coming out of his depression," Bee said. "I missed drinking in all that silliness!"

Charlie suddenly rushed over with Vaggie in tow. "Uncle Satan, here's my girlfriend!" :D

Vaggie panicked once she realized what was about to happen. "Wait, I'm not ready—"

Alas, she could not escape the tightest spine-crunching hug yet.

"You better treat this girl right." Satan declared before letting go.

It took several seconds for Vaggie to catch her breath. "Yes, sir."

"Easy, Satan." Yogirt flew over. "Remember what we talked about this morning. We want positive padparadscha-tinted vibes in your mind temple."

Satan took a deep breath. "You're right, you're right, I'm sorry."

Yogirt then turned toward Vaggie. "I don't believe we caught your name."

"I'm—"

"Maggie, right?" Cherri jokingly asked, earning a glare from the former Exorcist.

"I'm Vaggie… which is a name I've been stuck with ever since he abused his divinely-given ability to name all things."

Adam did a double take once he realized Vaggie was pointing at him.

"Hey, I did you a favor!" he insisted. "The fuck kind of name is 'Vagatha' anyway? You parents were high on some shit. Literal shit from a sewer!"

"¡Pendejo!"

Vaggie sighed. One day she'd figure out how to reclaim her birth name: Vagatha María Palomilla. One day…

Wait a minute… there's something different about Adam compared to this morning…

"Where'd you get all those fresh stab wounds?" Vaggie questioned.

Adam mumbled and pointed over to Niffty and Millie, both sporting bloody knives.

Charlie groaned. "Niffty! I told you I didn't want any stabbing at my party."

Niffty frowned. "But there's never a bad time to punish bad boys…"

Vaggie just facepalmed.

The part with Satan was mostly written before the release of "Mastermind". Luckily it didn't need that much editing, but we'll say he's being more civil than usual because it's Charlie's party. I had to throw in a Yogirt appearance, of course.