Hey Little Songbird

Chapter 11: The Happy Hotel

Alastor started walking at a leisurely pace. He wouldn't walk too quickly, he could take the time to get to know this strange demoness. Besides, it was nice to have a stroll with someone who didn't run at the very sight of him. Such naivete was foolish to have in hell, but the radio demon wouldn't make a move just yet. He still had to know what business she had at the princess's hotel.

"You know Evie," he said as they walked, "I am helping the princess run the hotel." He said with a bold bravado.

"You are?" Molly asked as she turned her head towards him. 

"Yes, I am." Alastor responded cheerfully, "I have been providing services to liven up the place." He didn't go into why he was helping, she didn't need to know. "I am sure I can convince Charlie to arrange a room for you so that you can start your path to betterment."

"That's rather kind of you." Molly commented, though she was unsure how truthful he was being. The princess didn't mention a radio demon helping her with the hotel in the newscast, only the porn star that was trying to redeem himself. "I would like a place to freshen up and rest."

"Splendid!" Alastor replied with enthusiasm, another pawn for his entertainment trying to redeem themselves only to fall into the deepest pit of failure. What the radio demon did not seem to expect is why the spider was interesting to him. This was no ordinary sinner, but an angel sent to help the hotel.

The rest of the walk was nice, Molly rather enjoyed being able to finish the rest of the stroll with Alastor. Although he appeared to be alarming, he was quite the gentleman and rather sweet. As they entered the hotel, the radio demon opened the door and held it so Molly could enter. He soon followed after her and walked towards the bar area. There, he cleared his throat and peered over the bar.

"Husker? Do be a good fellow and present yourself." Alastor said, much to the chagrin on one very annoyed looking feline.

"What the fucking hell do you want now Alastor?" Said the feline as he got himself to his feet and looked over, "Who's this broad?"

"Come now, is that any way to greet a lady?" Alastor replied as he shook his head, "You must be two sheets to the wind. This young lady is Evelyn. She'll be staying at the hotel. Go fetch the key from Niffty, will you?"

"Are you serious?" The cat groaned looking over at Molly, "You got to be fucking joking."

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine?" Molly asked sarcastically while crossing her arms.

Husk looked at her and growled before walking off to find Niffty. The sooner he dealt with this broad, the sooner he could get back to drinking in peace. Molly looked over at Alastor, who kept smiling despite the poor attitude of the feline.

"Pay him no mind," Alastor said as he looked down at his fingers before rubbing his knuckles against his jacket, "He's quite the sour puss."

"I can see that." Molly said as she continued looking around the lobby, "So, where is everyone else Alastor?"

"I dare say that Charlie and Vaggie are most likely sleeping." He turned to Molly and rested his arms behind his back. It seemed like Alastor always had good posture.

"Are they guests?" Molly asked curiously.

"Oh no, Charlie is my business partner of course, and Vaggie is the general manager of this establishment." Alastor said with a chuckle, "The only guest here besides yourself is Angel Dust." 

"Angel Dust?" Molly tilted her head in slight confusion. She realized people changed their name once they entered hell, but who in their right mind would change their name to a street name for a drug?