Greetings and welcome to my fanfiction! I do hope you will enjoy it. If you feel led to leave a comment, I'd greatly appreciate it!
This "season" of the fanfiction is a direct transcription (of sorts) of the Hazbin Hotel pilot that can be found on YouTube with my self-insert OC put into the story.
Season one episode one will be coming out next week Friday!
Love, thecasualvoiceactor :)
Hell is an awful place.
Take it from me. I've been here for 30 years, and I've never seen anything that made me enjoy being stuck in Hell for all eternity.
But all that changed when I met a certain someone…
Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning.
I am Eltheia, and this is my story.
Season Zero (The Pilot):
"You really think this is QUALITY work?" Vox said, turning around in his chair.
"Its all I had!" I threw my hands up in desperation. "You really expected me to pull together a whole fucking commercial in 30 minutes with drunk actors?"
"Yes, I do, because that's your job." He approached me, his hands sparking with neon blue electricity. "Don't forget, you belong to ME." The electricity wrapped around my hands as they formed handcuffs. "You signed that contract, and you are MINE."
"I know, Vox. How could I forget?" I said, rolling my eyes.
"That's enough!" He slapped me across the face. "For your insolence, I'm giving you to Val for the evening." My eyes went wide.
"No, Vox, please, anything but that-" He grabbed my shirt collar.
"Shut up, bitch. I know you like it." He dragged me into the elevator, and we rode up a floor before Vox dumped me out. "Have fun, Eltheia." He said with a smirk before the doors closed.
I gasped as Valentino stepped in front of me.
"Well, hello, darling, what a surprise Voxxy has brought me." He pulled me up by the arm. "Hmm, how shall we play today?" He stopped and thought. "Actually, I have a better idea." He dragged me into a nearby spare bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. "You'll be a perfect gift for Angel Dust once he's done filming." He slammed the door shut, his laugh echoing through the hall. I curled up on the bed, sobbing.
A little while later, I heard the door open and the sound of footsteps. I felt someone sit on the edge of the bed. "Hey sweetcheeks." The infamous voice of Angel Dust came from behind me. "I suppose you are the 'prize' Val was talking about?"
"Please." I whispered. "Just leave me alone. I don't- I can't-"
"Listen, honey, I wasn't planning on doing anything to ya." He said. "I know ya don't like it. I've seen what Vox and Val do to ya." I turned my head, surprised.
"W-what?"
"They treat ya like shit. I know that because they treat me like shit too." He said. "They're proud of it. Heck, it's almost like it's a competition between the two of them." I wiped at the tears on my face.
"I just HATE it!" I said. "What they do to me- I didn't think I signed up to be constantly beaten and raped every fucking night!"
"I know."
"And it's worse because- when I get pregnant- they force me to kill the baby." I curled up again, the bad memories flooding my thoughts. "Every. Damn. Time." Tears flowed freely now as I shook violently.
"Shh, shh, hey, hey." Angel said. "Look at me." I looked up into his multicolored eyes. "I know it sucks. But at least we have each other, right?"
"Are… you saying you want to be friends?"
"Well, you're the only one I've ever heard outwardly talk about… ya know, and I like ya. So, yeah why not?." He said with a shrug.
"O-okay." I said. "Just, don't, um-"
"I will never ever do anything like that to ya. You can take my word for it." He said, laying his head back against the wall. "But I will stay here for the night if you're okay with that.
"Yeah… thanks." I said. As I drifted off, I felt Angel's hand gently touch my arm. But I didn't mind. His touch was… respectful.
As the years went by, Angel and I's friendship only grew stronger. Vox and Val highly disapproved, but we didn't care. We advocated for each other, cried together, and went through all the shit together. We had just accepted that this was going to be our life forever.
Until the day we met Charlie Morningstar.
Angel had been sent out to "attract" customers to Val's studio, and I had gone with him to keep him company. As we stood on the corner, each of us smoking a cigarette, a car pulled up to the side of the road, and the window rolled down to reveal two females sitting in the back seat.
"Hey ladies." Angel said, in full acting mode. "You two seem to be in the wrong part of town."
"Yeah." I said, coming up behind him, twirling my cigarette between my fingers. "You look lost. You do know where you are, right?"
"Um, no, we don't want that." The blonde girl said. "We just wanted to talk to you guys."
Angel and I eyed each other.
"Talk to us?" I said. "Why?"
"We have a proposition for you guys." She said, opening the car door.
"Okay, but our time is money, so you'd better pay up." Angel said as we climbed in the car. The other girl eyed us both skeptically.
"Charlie, are you sure you want to talk to these two?"
"Yes! They seem like perfect candidates!" The blonde (who must have been Charlie) beamed at us.
"God, she has no idea who we are, does she." I mumbled to Angel.
"Yeah, no clue." He leaned back. "So, whaddya wanna talk about?"
"Well, first of all, what are you guys' names?" The other girl said.
"You seriously don't know?" I said, laughing. "God, you are in the wrong part of town. I'm Eltheia, and this is Angel Dust." Her eyes went wide.
"CHARLIE." She gritted out. "You really want to talk to two people known for working with the Vees?"
"Well, I didn't know… and I think everyone has a chance at redemption!"
"Hold up, hold up." Angel said, holding his hand up. "Redemption? In hell?"
"Yes!" Charlie said excitedly. "I've created a hotel of sorts to rehabilitate sinners so they can redeem themselves and go to heaven!" Angel and I looked at each other in disbelief before cracking up.
"Yeah, you've got the wrong people." I said. "The things I've done here, pssh, I've certainly got no chance at redemption."
"Same here." Angel said. "Besides, heaven sounds boring."
"Well, we want you two to be our first test subjects!" Charlie said.
"Why us?" Angel said.
"You two seem like the type of people who regret the choices they made and wish to do better!"
"Umm…"
"Because." The other girl said. "No one else has shown any interest yet."
"Come on!" Charlie said. "You can't tell me you guys enjoy your jobs of doing-" She stopped. "Well, you know."
"Ugh, Charlie, I told you this was a waste of time." The other girl said.
"HEY!" Angel said. "We ain't wasting your time. You're wasting our time."
"Besides." I said. "We didn't say no yet, did we?"
"REALLY?" Charlie said.
"Yeah." Angel looked at me and shrugged. "Why the fuck not?"
"Ohmygosh thank you!" Charlie grinned before shoving a wad of cash at us.
"Um, why are you giving us money?" I said, taking it from her carefully. "Are you tricking us?"
"No, I'm just… investing! In both of you." She said, a smile on her face.
"Pfft, okay." I said. "See you guys around, I guess."
"Thank you!" Charlie called out as the car pulled away. I tossed my now burned-out cigarette on the ground.
"What the fuck was that about?" I said.
"Who knows." Angel said. "But hey, sounds fun, I guess."
"You really think redemption is possible?" I asked.
"Certainly not for me and you." He answered. "But maybe some unlucky soul down here has a chance."
We walked back to the studio as my mind was racing. Who would have thought that redemption would even be on someone's mind down here?
We didn't hear from Charlie for a while, until one day, when Angel was off fighting in a turf war with his buddy Cherri Bomb and I was filming a news broadcast for the 666 News Channel. As I stood behind one of the cameras, fiddling with the script papers, I heard two familiar voices coming from the room next to the set.
"Just don't sing, Charlie."
"Vaggie, come on! You know that's how I'm able to express myself!" The other girl (who must have been Vaggie) sighed.
"Charlie, this is the top news broadcast in Hell. If you're really serious about this, I need you to stick to the talking points I wrote for you." Vaggie caught my eye. "Wait a minute, is that-"
"OH my goodness!" Charlie said, rushing over to me. "Hi! I didn't know you'd be here!"
"Hey, Charlie." I said. "This is my job, so, um, yeah."
"You… film things?"
"Yes, I work for VoxTech. I write scripts, film… lots of things, and manage the public side of the business." I shooed her away. "You're on soon, go back over there."
"Okay, hope to see you soon!" She rushed away excitedly. I rolled my eyes and set my camera into position.
"Alright, places, people." I said to the ragtag crew scattered around me. "Three, two, one, action."
The news broadcast began, and Charlie explained the hotel. The room went dead silent when she was done before breaking into laughter. I winced. Yeah, this didn't seem like the best audience to present the idea of redemption to. Charlie awkwardly stared around, not sure what to do next.
"You know, I have a better way of getting across to you." She said.
"Oh, god." Vaggie said from backstage. "Here she goes."
And just like Vaggie thought, Charlie broke into song.
Granted, it was a good song, and Charlie had a nice voice. But singing? Here? Not the best idea. She finished with a flourish, and one of my crew members chuckled.
"Wow. That was total shit." The studio broke into laughter once more, and I was tempted to cut the cameras. But I decided to keep them rolling to give Charlie one more chance.
"What in all of Hell makes you think anyone would want to stay at your hotel?" The news anchor said with a smirk.
"Well, we already have two patrons invested in our hotel." Charlie said. Now I was the one to mutter "oh god" under my breath. Angel and I hadn't exactly… done anything to show our support towards the hotel. In fact, I knew Angel was off right now fighting with his friend. I'm sure that wasn't "good quality behavior" or whatever.
"Oh, really? Who?" The news anchor said with a sneer.
"Just two people named… Angel Dust and Eltheia." Heads craned towards me as a blush spread across my face.
"Dammit Charlie." I muttered, knowing that I would be in deep shit with Vox when I got back to the studio.
"Pfft, them? Give them drugs and cigarettes and they'll do anything for you."
"No, I know they've been well-behaved and clean for the past two weeks." Charlie said confidently.
"Yeah right." I said with a slight chuckle, knowing full well that was not the case for either of us.
"Oh my!" The news anchor said, perking up. "I have just received word that a new player by the name of Angel Dust has just entered the turf war! It seems Miss Morningstar's 'well-behaved' passion project isn't so 'well-behaved' after all, hmm?" The news anchor grinned.
Charlie growled before lunging at the news anchor.
"Ah, great, a fight on set. Love that." I said. Vaggie walked over to me.
"Well, at least you're not that bad." She said, pointing towards Angel's face on the screen.
"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know half of the things I've done." I tossed some glass in the trash can. "We should probably leave though."
"Yeah…" Vaggie said, grabbing Charlie by the arm. "Come on, let's go get Angel, I guess."
We drove over to where the turf war had… ended, I suppose, and picked up Angel. The car was silent except for the whirring sound of the window as Angel played with the button, fascinated. I sat there, inwardly laughing at his stupidity, while Vaggie glared at him. Charlie sat next to her, curled up with a sad expression on her face.
"Whaddya looking at me like that for, hmm?" Angel said.
"What? WHAT? You- you participated in a turf war that killed people!" Vaggie said.
"And?"
"That's not going to help your chances to get into heaven!" Vaggie growled. "I swear, I'm going to kill you."
"I don't think it works that way." I said. "Unless we double-die or something."
"Listen, who cares?" Angel said. "No one cares about the people down here."
"Angel." Charlie said softly. "First of all, I care about the people down here. Second of all, that wasn't a cool thing you did, ya know."
"Yeah, thanks to your act, no one will want to stay at the hotel." Vaggie said.
"We don't know that yet. Come on, Vaggie, let's just keep trying, okay?"
We made it back to the hotel, where Vaggie sat down on a couch, clearly still upset, while Charlie hovered by the door. Angel had wandered off somewhere. I stood next to Charlie.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about Angel." I said.
"Why would you be sorry? It's not your fault." She said.
"Yeah, but he's my friend, and I should have told him not to go fight." I shrugged. "I liked your song on the interview, by the way."
"Really?" Charlie's face lit up with a smile.
"Yeah, you've got a nice voice." Suddenly, a sharp pounding knock on the door echoed through the hotel. Charlie looked at me, slightly confused, before opening the door to reveal-
"Holy shit." I said. The man standing at the door was infamous throughout all of hell. He also happened to be my boss's least favorite person in the entirety of hell.
The Radio Demon.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Charlie slammed the door in his face, a shocked expression over her face. She then reopened the door, as if double-checking, before quickly shutting it again.
"Is that who I think it is?" She whispered to me.
"Yeah, unfortunately."
"Who's at the door, Charlie?" Vaggie said.
"Um, the radio demon…?"
"NO!" Vaggie exclaimed. "Don't let him in. He'll bring nothing but trouble." Charlie looked at me.
"Look, if you want to give him a chance, be my guest. But remember he is one of the most powerful overlords in hell and he could potentially kill you or deal for your soul." I said with a shrug.
Charlie sighed before opening the door a third time.
"May I speak now?" The radio demon said, that sinister smile plastered on his face.
"You may, I suppose." Charlie said.
"Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure! My name's Alastor, and I just had to know what this little fiasco was all about! I saw your performance on a picture show, and oh my it was quite a show! Very entertaining!" He walked into the hotel lobby, an expression of shock evident on both Charlie and I's face.
"STOP right there." Vaggie growled, her spear pointed towards Alastor. "I know your games and I won't let you hurt ANYONE here, Mr. Overlord."
"My dear, if I had wanted to harm any of you, it would have already happened." He said with a sinister laugh as the crackles of static grew louder. "NO, I'm here because I want to help!"
"Help?" Charlie said. "With the hotel?"
"Yes, darling, help! I want to help you run it." He said, stepping closer to Charlie and I.
"But, why?"
"Why does anyone do anything? Absolute boredom! My life in hell had grown mundane, and I craved new entertainment!"
"So do you think redemption is possible?"
"Ha HA! Absolutely not. Sinners don't get a second chance."
"Why do you want to help then?"
"I want to watch sinners struggle and fail." He said, his grin getting wider (was that even possible?) as he led Charlie away.
"Uh, Eltheia?" Angel said, coming up behind me. "Who is that guy?" I looked at Angel in shock.
"You don't know?"
"Nah, not well."
"God, Vox talks about him all the fucking time." I sighed. "Alastor is an… anomaly of sorts. He manifested in hell with an insane amount of power that no mortal soul had ever been seen with. He toppled overlords who had been dominant for centuries with just his raw power. He broadcasts his carnage throughout hell so that everyone knows what he does, hence people calling him 'the radio demon'. He's… well, dangerous, to say the least."
"Eh, he don't look that bad. Besides, he's kinda hot."
"Shut up, Angel." I looked over at Alastor, who was just standing there, smiling, as Vaggie attempted to convince Charlie that this was not a good idea. Alastor's sudden appearance in the hotel was certainly not a good thing, and I wasn't so sure if we could trust Alastor, especially since I knew what he could do.
He was a deal-maker, and deal-makers always got their way.
"Okay, Alastor." Charlie said. "I don't exactly trust you, but I'm going to take your offer anyways as long as we leave your creepy magic out of it."
"Ah, so do we have a deal?" Green magic sparked in Alastor's hand as he held it out towards Charlie. She looked at his hand, eyes wide.
"No, no. No deals, just, um…" She sighed. "As the princess of Hell I order you to help me, please?"
"Fair enough, I suppose." He said, walking towards the middle of the room. "So, Charlie, where is your staff?"
"Um…" She said before pointing to Vaggie.
"Oh dear, that just won't do. I suppose I could recruit some help." He said, glancing over at Angel and I. "What can you two do?"
"Oh, I could-" I covered Angel's mouth with my hand.
"Um, not much." I said. "We're just here to be Charlie's first guests."
"Ha, interesting." He said, leaning closer to me. "You seem more capable than that."
"No, not really." I said, pulling away.
"Hmm." He walked towards the fireplace and snapped his fingers. A rush of flame appeared in the fireplace as a small figure covered in soot began to appear. Alastor picked it up out of the fireplace and dusted it off to reveal a small girl dressed in a shirt and skirt. "This is Niffty." He said.
"Hello!" Her little voice squeaked. "Oh man, it's messy in here!" She jumped out of Alastor's hand and sprinted around, a little feather duster in hand as she jumped around, "cleaning".
A crackling sound came from across the lobby, and we turned to see a cat-like demon standing in the lobby, a hand of cards in his palm.
"What the fuck, Alastor." He growled. "I was busy!"
"Oh come now, I know you're always willing to help with my charity projects!"
"Like hell I do."
"I think you, my dear Husker, would be the perfect one to man the front desk of this fine establishment!" Out of nowhere, a bar appeared fixed against one of the walls. The cat growled and went behind the bar, grabbing a random bottle of liquor.
"Fine." He grumbled.
"Uh, no!" Vaggie said. "We can't have this in here, we're supposed to be discouraging sin!"
Angel walked over to Vaggie quickly. "Shut up, we are keeping this!" He said excitedly before going over to the bar and attempting to flirt with the cat demon.
"You'll never change." I said under my breath.
Charlie excitedly ran over to the bar. "Thank you so much for helping! I hope you love it here!"
"I lost the ability to love ages ago." The cat demon growled back.
"Oh my goodness, Alastor, this is amazing!" Charlie said. "Thank you so much!"
Vaggie muttered under her breath, "it's okay, I guess."
Suddenly, an explosion ripped through one of the walls, knocking Niffty off her feet. We peeked out the newly created hole to see a steampunk style airship floating above the hotel.
"Ha, I found you, you striped freak!" A snake-like voice said. "We meet again, Alastor."
"Do I know you?" Alastor replied sarcastically.
"HA yes you do, and I'm here to give you a surprise!" The demon cackled. He was so caught up in his monologue that he didn't realize that Alastor's magic was already tearing apart his ship. The ship was covered in black tentacles, and then it just blew up, with the demon nowhere to be found. The rest of us were standing there, shocked, as Alastor calmly walked back into the hotel as if nothing had happened.
"Well, okay then." Charlie said. "Let's get this party started."