Demons Worth Fighting For (a Ghost Rider x Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss crossover)

Chapter 6: Blending In (Part 1)

(The Happy Hotel, Pride Ring in Hell, next morning)

It was around 7:30 A.M. on both Earth and in Hell. Demons all over the red Hellish cityscape were still sleeping in, until some demon version of a rooster started their loud waking calls, only to get knocked off by a boot. At the Happy Hotel, Vaggie was feeling rather groggy in her room, as she tried to put on her usual hotel clothes. Normally, Charlie would come into her room, and cheerfully wake her up with a smile. But, this morning, she didn't. She must've had a rough night. Tying her bowtie around her moth-like hair, she became a little curious on that particular thought. Letting her curiosity win her over, she walked down the hallway to Charlie's on the next top floor. She began to knock on her door, thinking that her girlfriend might still be asleep.

Vaggie: Charlie? C'mon, hon, wake up!

There was no reply. Vaggie knocked a little harder, only to find the door was unlocked, and opened a bit from the knocking. Peering into the room, Vaggie gasped long and hard, seeing Charlie's bed empty.

Vaggie: CHAAAAAARRLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Her enormous screaming was enough to rock the whole hotel like an earthquake, or a Hellshake, and wake up most denizens of Hell with a fright from all that. Even Angel Dust and Niffty, minus Husk, were all shaken from the shriek of panic.

Angel Dust: Whoa! What the fuck is all that about?

Husk: Don't know, don't care.

Hearing some running footsteps from upstairs, a panting Vaggie was searching all around the Happy Hotel, looking for her lost companion. She searched high and low, even looking under different place no one would think to look.

Vaggie: CHARLIE!!! WHERE ARE YOOUUU?!?!?!

Angel Dust: *groan* Enough with the fucking screaming already, just...

Suddenly, he was pinned down by Vaggie, like a predator about to eat its pray by the head. She was totally pissed off about something! She started to speak, in a harsh and quiet tone.

Vaggie: ANGEL. Listen to me. Very. Carefully. Charlie is... MISSING!!!!!

Angel was now scared to double death, as he would put it. He realized that she wasn't in a good mood right now. Niffty was rather worried about who was missing, while the lazy Husk didn't give a total damn about the situation.

Niffty: What?! Charlie's missing from the Hotel?! 

Husk: Meh. So?

Suddenly, the front doors to the hotel swung open, revealing a tall beige skinned, pinkish-red outfitted dapper Sinner demon, with a thin sentient vintage styled microphone attached cane in his right hand. Expressing a wide yellow-teeth grin, he spoke in a Transatlantic accent, with his voice sounding like an old-fashioned radio announcer.

???: Hark! Do I hear a damsel in distress calling out?

Everyone turned their heads towards the radio-like voiced figure at the doorway.

Angel Dust: Oh. Hey there, Al!

Yes, this is the most powerful, feared, and infamously known Overlord of Hell. Alastor, the Radio Demon. His reputation alone has brought fear in the lives of demons all across Hell. No one these days would dare to go up against him, except maybe his rivals. He began to look around the hotel, for any sign of someone who is, currently, not here. He did notice the mess Vaggie had made, while looking for that someone.

Alastor: My, oh, my! You have made quite a mess, my dear. Nifftyyyyy!

He called out in singsong to the hotel maid, Niffty, who immediately started to clean up the mess like a bullet. Both Angel Dust and Vaggie stood up, and she didn't quite appreciate taking the blame, even though it was her doing.