Witch Rising (Hazbin Hotel Fanfic)

Chapter 2

This is another one of my drawings. Our oc is able to change forms. This fox is one of those.
I opened the door to enter the hotel. The door was a lot harder to open than I originally thought it would be. It wasn't too much trouble though. I didn't have to struggle at least. The inside for the lobby seemed like it didn't exactly have a set asthetic but it didn't look bad in my eyes.
Not long after I started to look I was approached by a girl with blonde hair, pale skin, and extremely rosie cheeks. She looked way to cheerful and happy for someone living in hell. There were also a couple of others but I didn't have time to observe them, yet.

"Hi, I'm Charlie! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! Were you looking to stay and get redeemed?" She asked with excitement, practically bouncing.

I could have sworn the place said Hazbin Hotel and redemption? What's that about? "I'm not entirely sure dear. You see i have only just arrived in hell today." I explained, not trying to divulge too much.

Now I for sure could say she was bouncing. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to what I assume was the front desk. Going to the otherside she got onto what resembled a desktop computer. I suppose even hell has access to electronics.

"Alright I just need your name to start." She requested.

"Ashley Martin" I provided my most recent name.

My eyes roamed to a few of the other occupants. There was a girl with pure white hair glaring me down. At a bar there was a cat man with wings and what kind of looked like a white spider.

"Thats strange" I heard Charlie mumble, "sorry but did you have any other names while you were alive?"

"That is alright dear. I did once go by another name though it was quiet long ago it feels. Mary Smith should work." I told her my eyes still wandering.

I caught sight of a short quick moving girl. She appeared to have only one eye, like those cyclops some humans would rant over. There was also a man in the most red I've ever seen. He had this huge grin and was looking over at Charlie and I with a curious glint in his eyes.

"That did it!" Charlie cheered, " could you tell me what brought you to hell?" She requested.

"Let me think. Kidnapping. Witchcraft. Murder." I chuckled, "Perhaps even just casting a forbidden spell, anyone of those could have brought me here."

Charlie started typing while I was talking and paused when I mentioned a spell. "A spell? What kind of spell?" She asked, looking up at me with curious eyes.

The spell is of no use to a demon so there isn't any harm in telling. "A spell of rebirth child. A spell that a witch can only ever cast once on their death. Why I think I cast that spell all the way back in the 1600s." I told her with a laugh.

"The 1600s?" Charlie questioned sounding confused.

"I suppose that would sound confusing, sorry dear. Originally I had been born in 1656." I stated.

"But you said you just died? Could you maybe explain more?" She requested.

I sighed preparing for  a long explanation, "You see dear this brings us back to the spell I mentioned earlier. You see the spell was one I cast while being burned at the stake in 1693." I started.

The others I could tell were also listening into my tale, "With the spell cast I died but could not go to any form of after life. Instead my soul was waiting to take over a newborns body at some point in the future."

"Did you choose which baby you became?" The cyclops girl asked with excitement and what looked like wonder in her eye.

"No I did not get to choose, it is completely random." I told her with a smile.

"So then you lived two separate lives?" Charlie asked sounding almost lost.

"That would be the simple explanation, yes." I confirmed.

The white haired girl then pointed her spear at my throat, "Meaning she has no desire to be redeemed. Charlie she's going to be trouble!" She exclaimed angrily.

I watched her with a bored expression. I may not be at full power yet but I can feel it growing. My shadow would be all I need. "I suggest you remove the spear child." I warned monotosly.

"Is that a threat?" She snarled.

"No dear, merely a warning." As I said this my shadow raised off the ground and pushed the spear away, glaring at the girl.

"Now Charlie dear." I turn my attention back to Charlie letting my shadow handle whatever the other girl was trying to do, "May I get a room? I could do with some rest." I inquired.

"Oh right!" Charlie exclaimed before turning and grabbing a key, "You'll be on the second floor, room 213."

Charlie turned around and handed me the key with a smile. I returned her smile so as not to be rude to my host. "Thank you dear." I said before making my way to the stairs to find my room, only partially ignoring the stares.