Hell Is My World (Hazbin Hotel x Eddsworld)

4 - Meet The Crew

The hotel was the nicest looking thing in Hell. The ceiling reached the roof of Hell itself, with a glass roof so you could see the swirling clouds. Out of his peripheral vision, Tord could see a bar, a casino, a restaurant, and the front desk. A bored-looking cat demon was slumped at the desk, looking utterly and completely dead inside.

Ding!
Angel Dust drummed his fingers on the counter, infuriating the demon.
"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Have you made a reservation?" the demon grumbled.
"Actually, I have something for the managers, Husk." Angel Dust declared.
"Oh. You." Husk snarled. Tord just stood there, watching the passing conversation.
"Yes. Me." Angel Dust wittily replied.
Husk rolled his eyes and wheezed into the intercom.
"Alastor, that horny spider's here and he's got something for ya, so get your ass down here. And bring those two girls too."

"Here, I'll take that, sweetheart." Angel Dust drawled, finally taking the bag Tord was holding. Good, because his hands felt like jelly. "Hard to believe that this place was finished a month ago."
"Really? Never would've thought that." Tord murmured.
Suddenly, three demons flew down the stairs. One had a genuinely kind smile, the second had her mouth tightly shut, and the other had an unnerving smile, revealing a set of jagged, yellow teeth. Angel Dust turned to the unnerving smile demon.
"Alastor, this is the thing I wanted to show ya. This little guy's great, and I was wondering if he could stay." he explained.

"Angel, I've never seen him before." the tight-mouthed demon countered.
"Yeah, I died, like, 45 minutes ago. I'm one dead bitch, fresh off the presses." Tord mentioned.
Suddenly, Alastor rushed towards Tord, shook hiss hand vigorously, and introduced him to the others. His voice sounded like an old, staticy radio.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, good sir! I am Alastor, this is Charlie, and this is Vaggie! You've already met Angel Dust, I'm sure! And your name is..."
"Tord. And it's a pleasure to meet you." Tord replied.

"What a fabulous name! Now, we have many rooms available, but we have one that's just perfect for you!" Alastor exclaimed. "But, as for payment..."
"It's OK, I'll handle this." Angel Dust interjected, plucking a cheque out from his fur. "That'll be good for about two weeks. I'll see if I can find him a job somewhere." (He said this with a discreet wink aimed at Tord.)
"Splendid!" Alastor boomed. "Charlie, take this fine young man to room 192."
"On it, sir!" Charlie declared before guiding Tord to the golden lifts.

"You know, this hotel is tailored to rehabilitating demons into better versions of themselves. Like, curing addictions, giving mental health, that kind of thing." Charlie mentioned.
"Must be hard work." Tord said, pretending not to be interested.
"Yeah, it is, but we try our best. Anyway, I've seen your records, and apparently, you are addicted to hentai." Charlie went on.
"Y-yeah." Tord stuttered. How did she already know this so fast?!
"And smoking cigars." she added. Tord nervously nodded back, sweating.
"I don't mind that." Charlie carried on. "Well, I do, but, it's my aim to make you into a better person. I can help you. We all can help you."
Ping!
"Thanks, Charlie." Tord thanked, stepping out the lift. "It sounds crazy, but I might have a good time in Hell."