Hazbin Vengeance

Chapter 2

Charlie sits across from Zarathos in a room akin to an office, albeit with a few hellish touches and a family portrait or two. "So... we kinda know you're an Angel." Zarathos' eyes narrow in suspicion. "B-but, we don't wanna like, kill you or anything, promise. I just wanna talk."
Zarathos looks to Vaggie. "Your friend seems to think otherwise." He glances at the spear in her hand, not exactly pointed at him, but still held tight.
Charlie laughs nervously before talking out of the side of her mouth in a whisper like Zarathos can't hear her. "Vaggie, can you maybe not threateningly hold a spear in front of my uncle?" Mumbling something in Spanish, Vaggie stops holding the spear so tightly.

Nodding, Charlie turns back to her uncle. "Anyway, I'd like to ask a few questions. First, why'd you get kicked out of Heaven?"
With that wound still fresh, orange fire flares around his edges. "None of your business!" Startled by the sudden aggression, Vaggie brandishes her spear again. "Enough with the spear woman!" His body ignites fully now, revealing grimy black bones and blazing hellfire.

Both the demons before him were surprised by the transformation, and looked unsure about what to do. Settling, Zarathos extinguishes himself. "My name is Zarathos, I worked as an Exorcist, I was kicked out of Heaven and I won't tell you why. There, all the questions I plan on answering are answered, so tell me what you want."

Swiftly recovering from the shock, Charlie smiles. "Well, I want to offer you a home, and a job, since you're new to Hell. We have a spot open for security. Alastor said he could handle that, but it would be nice to have someone on hand who's less likely to..."
Vaggie finishes the thought in a deadpan. "Eat people."

Zarathos narrows his eyes and accesses an ability he hasn't used in forever. The power to see read someone's soul. If his niece is lying to him, he'll know about it. His eyes widen upon seeing her soul. It's the purest soul he'd ever seen, completely free of sin. Composing himself, he nods. "I might be interested. But what is this place exactly?" While the imp baby and sinner mother had given him a new view of demons, he knows that at least a majority of them do deserve to be here and he wanted to know what he's protecting and why.
Charlie holds her arms wide in presentation. "A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!"

The idea was... intriguing. And anyone who would attack such an establishment definitely wasn't an innocent soul. "That's," Charlie deflates, expecting criticism "not the worst idea. Sure I'll work here."
Charlie is surprised and ecstatic. "Wait, really?!" She leaps over the desk and shakes his hand vigorously. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You won't regret this!"

She grabs a bunch of paperwork from her desk. "Ok, we'll need to talk about how much to pay you, you'll need some new clothes if you want to blend in on your days off, and-"
"Days off?"
Charlie nods. "Yeah. You probably have hobbies and stuff right?"

Zarathos thinks back to his days in Heaven, and he's not really sure about that. Sure, there was only one day of the year where he needed to actually "work" work, but Sera said that the Exorcists and the Extermination was to keep Hell from uprising, so he took a lot of time out of his days to keep the Exorcists battle ready all year round, and even trained himself to an absurd degree. And even then, the few times he did take time off, he was with Emily. "I... don't know. I mean, I had a few days off, but I usually spent them with... a friend. Who's upstairs right now."

Charlie's grins fades and she appears sympathetic. "Oh. I'm so sorry." Her relentless optimism makes itself known. "BUT, this hotel is all about finding and reinventing yourself. I'm sure we can help you find something you enjoy, no problem. Just you wait."