Hazbin Hotel - A Dream of Redemption

Chapter 18: Swordplay and Sermons in the Streets

Paimon enters Lucifer's throne room. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Supreme King Lucifer Morningstar of Hell, Rightful King of the Universe."

Lucifer, in a moment of exasperation, contemptuously responds, "Oh please. Quit your groveling. It's disgusting."

Paimon, embarrassed, looks up and says, "So sorry, my King."

Lucifer stares at him expectantly, prompting Paimon to summon a projection of a massive screen displaying the Hazbin Hotel. Lucifer scrutinizes it, saying, "Yes. What if it?"

Paimon confidently replies, "Your daughter, sir. She's taken over your old family inn and established a hotel that aims to rehabilitate sinners!"

Lucifer, with mock incredulousness, responds, "What? That daughter of mine. How did I not know this?"

Paimon confidently continues, "I have no idea, your most highness. I noticed it when you sent me to get her."

Lucifer looks at him exhaustively, then smacks Paimon on the back of his head, causing his form to shift through several shapes. He says, "Of course, I was aware! This is MY realm. I happen to pay attention. Besides, it's not like I just visited my daughter. Or sent you to her exact location. Or gave her the hotel."

Paimon, amazed, looks at Lucifer and says, "Wow. You truly are great, my lord."

Lucifer groans, "Your constant flattery, as much as I love it, is exhausting sometimes, my grand vizier."

Paimon bows respectfully, and Lucifer stares at him with a confused expression. Lucifer stands up suddenly, "I'm going out. Stay away."

As Lucifer walks down the streets of The Circus, he sees lots of destruction, nothing out of sort. After walking through the streets for a while, he eventually comes across a gang of sinners.

Lucifer, sensing their recent demise, gets excited. New sinners are always overconfident and fun to teach "lessons" to. In the early days of Hell, it was survival of the fittest, even with sinners' immortality, before the Exterminations. Not anymore. It's much more "civilized" now.

Approaching the group, Lucifer notices them noticing him—7 in total, including a priest, a soldier, a schoolgirl, a businessman, a doctor, a lawyer, and a celebrity. It's like the start of a bad joke. The celebrity and the businessman hold hands. Lucifer calmly surveyed the desperate sinners surrounding him, their blades glinting in the dim light of the alley.

A wicked laughter echoed in his mind, a sinister undertone beneath his composed exterior. As the first attacker lunged, Lucifer's movements were both precise and lethal, his eyes briefly glinting with a darkness that went unnoticed by those witnessing the scene.

With a touch, he melted a knife into nothingness, erasing two sinners with a mere snap of his fingers. The remaining assailants, now visibly unnerved, stepped back as Lucifer unleashed his formidable powers. Flames danced at his fingertips, an eerie shadow played across his face, and he manipulated the elements with an almost supernatural ease.

The temperature drops to below freezing, growing colder with each act of brutality. Their final breaths appearing from their mouths. As the final sinner, a trembling priest, knelt to pray, Lucifer's tone took a malevolent turn. "It's far too late to pray. God doesn't care about you," he scoffed, the darkness in his eyes intensifying.

The priest, undeterred, clung to his faith. "As long as He is with us, you will never find peace, Lucifer."

A sinister grin crossed Lucifer's face as the laughter in his mind reached a crescendo. "I'll be sure to tell Him you said that when I kill Him. I'm sure He'll appreciate your obsequious words." With that, he ran the priest through slowly, the chilling laughter lingering in the air as Lucifer calmly returned home.