The Night a Sinner Kissed an Angel: A Hazbin Hotel AU, OC x Canon Story ❤️

✨ Surrounded by Strangers ✨

It was an hour after dusk, and every demon was crowded at the door of "La tour de Verre", one of Hell's largest, tallest, and most beautiful skyscrapers. It was built near the center of Pentagram City, a building that appears to change colour with the sky due to its semi-transparent structure.

Outside the main door, lines of demons wrapped around the street corners. Bouncers of all sizes sorted the people, filtering through to the vast crowd of civilians, letting only a few people in at a time.

The group arrived in a limo, pulling up to the curb to indicate their presence with a bold gesture.
Charlie was the first to exit the vehicle, Vaggie by her side. Behind them, Niffty dashed out in a blur, followed by a sleepy cat and a tall over-dressed spider. The crowd began to shrill with excitement, reaching their hands out in hopes of touching the fashionable spider as he posed every two seconds for pictures.

After the rest of the group created some distance between the limbo and themselves, Alastor took a step out, making the crowd grow silent, which made him grin. He admired seeing the look of genuine fear upon most if not all the faces he managed to catch a glimpse of.
He then glanced back at Stella, reaching his hand into the limo to help her exit.

Stella gave him a slightly anxious look, shaking her head a bit.
Paparazzi! I never liked people taking pictures of me- oh no.

He gave her a soft smile as he held her hand, rubbing his thumb against the top of it.
"It'll be okay," Alastor spoke to her in a comforting manner as she stepped out of the vehicle. He read her expression almost instantly. Perhaps the reason being he never liked photography as well.
There is a reason why I stuck with the Radio.

The crowds remained silent, but like a chain reaction, one by one started to cause a ruckus. Suddenly, microphones and cameras were shoved around and dropped onto the ground. Papers and litter were thrown across the sides of the pathway. Loud chattering, screaming and an assortment of mixed emotions from all directions became disorienting... confusing.

Stella felt herself cower. All that was happening at once reminded her too much of her past. Specifically, the times when she alone would stand surrounded by the faces of strangers who all seemed to know her, as she knew nothing of them.
Please stop, please stop-

Her eyes travelled to Alastor, who glanced around unpleased until he met gaze with her. She wanted to speak, but felt if she even murmured, the people around her would lunge at her with more questions or comments.

Alastor looked back at the crowd, clearing his throat, "Everyone," he spoke sternly, summoning his staff into his free hand, "We will not be taking any more photographs nor any questions. Now, let the madam pass through safely, you nasty imbeciles. You all wouldn't want to anger me, now would you?"

The crowd grew silent once more as if put on mute, only staring at the two as they made it inside without another comment and joined the rest of the group.

Charlie instantly came up to them, "You two alright?" She looked up and down, even around them with a worried and panicked expression.

Stella nodded after taking a moment to calm down, breathing slowly as she did so.
"We are alright," she glanced at her and Alastor, "Thank you,"

Charlie placed her hand on Stella's shoulder, "Yeah, people can be scary. Don't worry, they have their own floor in the tower."
Her gaze travelled to the rest of the group, "Since you all are with me, you get to be on the Top Floor."

"-No Fuckin' way," Angel gasped, "I never got to go to the top floor!"

"Are you an Overlord, or a Member of the Royal Family?" Alastor lifted his brow. The group entered a tall fancy elevator. It was painted golden with silver undertones while some classical music faintly played from the speaker inside. The group huddled as tightly as they could together to fit inside.

"Ima celebrity," Angel protested, crossing his arms as he leaned closer to Alastor, "I should count-"

"Guys!" Vaggie lifted her hands to separate the two before a brawl would begin, "We are all going to the top, quit complaining."

Alastor nodded, "Agreed. No point in arguing,"

"Hmph-" Angel swayed his head back, "Yeah. True,"

The elevator suddenly paused with an uneasy halt, slowly opening the door to reveal the top floor of the tower. The ceiling was open, allowing the night sky to fill the room with its fading sunlight. Within the walls, there stood tables covered with dark red tablecloths. Each table is fitted in perfect arrays, only to surround an open dance floor. A small booth was also seen where a DJ would be later present, as well as a large buffet table that stood close beside the bar where a selective group of succubi bartenders were finishing cleaning some glasses.

Angel gasped loudly. He let his arms drape down to the floor as he took two steps into the room, "Holy... motherfuckin'... shit! This place is AWESOME!"

Charlie chuckled happily as she took Vaggie's hand, "Well, you guys have fun, alright? There's plenty to do, and I feel I will sample the buffet because it looks soooo good!"

Niffty bounced up excitedly, almost reaching Charlie's height, "Ooooohh my- I WANT FOOD TOO! I come with,"

"Just be safe-" Vaggie cautioned everyone.
Before she could say anything more, Charlie swept her along, Niffty right behind them. The small group swayed between the chairs and towards a large table with a grand range of food that was freshly set on display.

Husk grumbled angrily. Still being half-asleep, only his eyes moved across the room, until he paused at the sight of a bar.
He grinned, something that he rarely did, "I found where I'll be all night,"

"Ima come with," Angel smirked as he adjusted his chest fluff, "Al, ya coming with El?"

Stella glanced at the remaining group, " I may go converse with some of the people here. You all do as you please,"

Alastor nodded, "Alright then,"