(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer

Chapter 37: Josephine

The Hazbin Hotel was a...far cry...from being the dump it used to be.

Lucifer had to admit that Niffty was one Hell of a clean freak. Pun intended.

Lucifer was currently lounging on the couch sipping away at mug of hard apple cider with a rather adorable little piggy snuggling on his lap. The Porn Star Angel Dust would've been the last person he would've thought about if asked which soul was to be his daughter's first victim—er—resident. But surprisingly the jumping spider demon was on his best behavior...no doubt he was fearful of the repercussions of Vaggie's anger.

Lucifer hummed in intrigue over the detailed plans for the Hotel.

"I'll admit Alastor's plans seem like it will really help a lot of new sinners down here."

Charlie was grinning from ear to ear. "Really! You really think so?"

"I'm still not sold on the redemption idea Charlotte, but that plan of opening up this hotel for newer sinners so they can stay safe while finding their place within Hell...It will benefit them far better than trying to fend for themselves."

Vaggie huffed, "I still don't trust that Shit-Lord, but I will admit his suggestion on seeing what hobbies they might have to offer Hell isn't a half bad idea when you think about the benefits."

Charlie grinned. "You forgot to mention that we'll also be help them with getting a job in that particular field Vaggie. Like what my mom did for Abigail by helping her get a job at Rosie's."

Lucifer smirked and sipped at his hard apple cider. "Precisely my dear."

Fat Nuggets oinked in agreement. *Oink!*

Lucifer chuckled. "Hahaha it seems even this little guy agrees with that logic."

Angel Dust sighed as he sunk further into his beanbag. "Seriously why the Hell am I still working for Big V if you guys are just gonna help sinners find decent jobs?"

Lucifer arched a brow. "Thinking about leaving the Porn Studio's are you Mister Dust?"

"Ha I 🤬 wish! You probably already know all about how tight of a leash he has on me since you're the King of Hell? Plus I'm kinda stuck in a 🤬 contract!"

"Yes, you are. But since you're clearly miserable, and I'm the King of Hell, I have no shame whatsoever in letting it slip a number of ways to get out of that little contract?"

He was suddenly eye to eye with Angel Dust who was now leaning over the couch armrest from his spot on the beanbag chair.

"Please Tell Me!!!"

"Well, you'd be crazy to try and kill him double-dead, he'll destroy you without mercy. So your next best option is to make a deal with another Overlord who's either willing or 🤬 crazy enough to fight against Valentino for your soul..."

"Fight as in fight-fight? Bloody knuckles and missing teeth kinda fight?"

"What do you think my darling Lilith is doing right now down in the Ring of Greed? A sing off against Mammon? Oh please that Clown's singing voice is worse than an out of tune fiddle! Although...Alastor will be to one who's doing all of the fighting, since it's personal matter to him even more so than Lilith. Shady dealings in the affairs his death and all. Messy business migraines all around for 86 🤬 years."

Angel Dust blinked in surprise. "Wait...you mean Smiles is going up against Mammon The Prince of Greed?"

"I'd expect nothing less...no doubt the economy will suffer for a few months because of him." Lucifer smirked and shrugged as he sipped at his hard apple cider. "But heh Hell has been through worse. Mammon should've known better than to mess with the souls of Lily's Voodoo Cult."