Chapter 2

(Hazbin Hotel; Charlie's office)

Charlie Morningstar, Owner and Manager of 'Hazbin Hotel,' was hugging Jaune. It was good to see him, as he was her 'God'father. "It's so good to see you, 'Chuck'." He said.

"You too, Uncle Jaune." She said, with that big smile, but Jaune glared at her.

"What Have I Told You To Call Me?" He growled; Charlie gulped.

"Uh, I mean, 'Uncle J'." She said it was like a switch was flipped, Jaune was back to his jovial self, and hugged her again. "Why are you here?"

"I need to talk to Uncle Lou."

"Dad? Why?"

"Remember that war that happened about 5 years ago? Where some of his subordinates decided that they were going to be the 'Satan'?"

"And called themselves the 'Satan Faction'? Yeah," she said.

"Well, some of their subordinates defeated them."

"In a war that took out about half of the clans that joined his colony?"

"Right, well the heirs to four of the clans had taken Satan roles. Beelzebub, Leviathan, Asmodeus and… Go ahead, guess."

"Lucifer?"

"Lucifer, I saved the guy who was Lucifer during that war, and they had wanted me to be the 'Lucifer.'"

"What's that got to do with dad?"

"I just thought he'd like to know that his heir is marrying that guy's little sister." Charlie was in shock. her godfather was getting married? Just then a man burst through the door. He was a slender-figured fallen angel who sports a close resemblance to his daughter, Charlie - having the same white skin with rosy cheeks, blonde hair with thin light coral streaks on the thicker, paler-blonde highlights, and eyes with light yellow sclera, though with red irises with very small pupils. his mouth is full of sharp teeth, his hair is cut short and has been slicked back in a ducktail hairstyle with one tuft sticking out, his pupils are slit like a snake, and his cheeks are a paler shade of red. In addition, he also sports sharp, black eyebrows; his eyelids are light purple, and his tongue is forked.

He is dressed in white and red clothing is somewhat like that of a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes, which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared suit with eight golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped waistcoat with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also sports a set of heeled black knee-high boots and forearm-length dark grey gloves. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring.

He is carrying an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. "You're WHAT?" He said they looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Hi, Uncle Lou." He said. Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks, his usual manic energy momentarily extinguished. He blinked, his slit pupils widening slightly. "Jaune? What in the unholy realms are you doing here?" He gestured dramatically with his apple-topped cane, nearly knocking over a stack of papers on Charlie's desk. "And more importantly, what did I just hear about someone getting married?" He leveled a suspicious glare at both Jaune and Charlie.

Jaune chuckled, unfazed by Lucifer's theatrics. "Lou, good to see you too. I just came bearing… interesting news. And a slight heads-up, considering the circumstances."

Charlie, still reeling from the revelation, stammered, "Dad, Uncle Jaune's marrying…well, someone related to that Satan Faction war thing a few years back."

Lucifer's eyebrows shot up, nearly disappearing under his slicked-back hair. "The Satan Faction? You mean that ridiculous power grab that made us look like a bloody circus? That war?" He tapped his cane impatiently against the floor. "And who, pray tell, is so desperate for an alliance they'd marry into that mess?"

Jaune leaned back against the wall, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, the lucky lady is Rias Gremory. Little sister of…well, you can guess. The one who took up the Lucifer mantle after the whole thing went to hell."

Lucifer's jaw dropped. "Gremory's sister? You're marrying Sirzeches' sister? Jaune, are you completely out of your mind? Do you have any idea the kind of political mess this is going to be?" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "This is going to be the hottest gossip in all of Hell for centuries! They'll write bloody songs about this!"

"Relax, Lou," Jaune said calmly. "They are not like that. She's… surprisingly grounded. And the marriage is more about personal connection than political maneuvering. Besides, it's not like anyone's going to try anything with me backing her." He flexed his hand slightly, a subtle reminder of his own considerable power.

Lucifer, however, was not buying it. "Personal connection? Grounded? Jaune, you're marrying into a family of power-hungry demons who tried to overthrow the entire infernal hierarchy! Personal connection, my left cloven foot!" He started pacing, his cane tapping rhythmically against the floor. "This is going to impact everything! My projects, Charlie's hotel, the entire balance of power in Hell!"

Charlie, seeing her father's growing agitation, tried to intervene. "Dad, maybe it's not as bad as you think. Uncle Jaune wouldn't do anything that would put us in danger, right, Uncle J?"

Jaune simply smiled enigmatically. "Trust me, Charlie. This will be…interesting. But ultimately, it will be for the best. I'll explain everything later, Lou. Right now, I just wanted to give you a heads-up. I figured you'd want to know before the invitations started circulating."

He winked at Charlie, then turned back to Lucifer, who was still muttering darkly about political implications and power balances. "Well, that's all for now. See you at the wedding, Lou. Try not to spontaneously combust from the sheer social awkwardness."

With a final wave, Jaune turned and walked out of the office, leaving Lucifer sputtering and Charlie staring after him in bewildered amusement. This was going to be one hell of a marriage. And she had a feeling it was going to change everything.