"What's this about Varian?" Charlie asks.
"Ahem! I know you want to try and redeem the sinners but you're going about it all wrong!" I yell.
"What?" Charlie cocks her head.
"Well, we knew this was never going to fucking work." Angel says.
"What if I told you Heaven is Hell, and Hell is Heaven." I say.
"What?" Everyone asks.
I take out my guitar.
"Everything's the same. It's always a shame." I start dancing.
"What are you talking about?" Husker asks.
"In Heaven, it's more like a Hell. There's a dark spell. Angels are perfect, but that's what makes us broken. Our lives had been stolen. The order. The order is always just white. Nothing ever is gray." I fly up.
I start playing harder.
"Hell changes like the tide! There's so much pride! What if Hell turned into Heaven?! They can be redeemed in the same place! Up there, there's horrible space! Down here it's a peaceful place! It's a happy day in Hell!!"
I slam back down onto the ground. I grab Charlie's hand. I pull up to the stage.
"You are all perfect just the way you are! Why try to prove something that isn't true so hard? You're perfect because you're different! Oh! You're differences make you better than the angels up there! They come down here because of sheer jealously."
I swing Charlie around.
"You've tried so hard! And you're doing great! But let me set you straight! Heaven is Hell! There's nothing for us to tell!! This place is exciting! This place is perfect! But perhaps a change of attitude! A right turn to the right latitude. Oh! We only need to make them better! This place is so much prettier!"
I end the song. I gasp in the air. Charlie looks at me. Her eyes swell with tears.
"Oh shit. Too much?" I ask.
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
