Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader x Alastor | Demonic Love

Confusion, Confusion, and more Confusion | Hotel

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The nice, blonde, overly enthusiastic demon girl - Charlie - storms out of the room in annoyance. She seems just about ready to tear all her hair off.

"Soooooo... I'm assuming the interview thingy didn't go well?" You ask awkwardly, walking over to her and looking at her in concern. She gives you a shaky smile, nodding slowly. "Sorry if it seems rude for asking, but what was the interview about?"

"About my hotel." She explains promptly, not elaborating. Judging by the way her face was twisting in mental pain, you decide not to inquire further. You pat her on the shoulder reassuringly. You really wanted to hug her, but you had the feeling that probably would've been awkward. 

"Is there anyone else there for rehabilitation?" You ask. She pauses, seemingly confused for a second before her eyes light up.

"Oh right, you're going to rehabilitation!" She exclaims excitedly. She clasps your hand, her mood having taken a sudden turn from her previous gloomy ambience. She starts to drag you down the streets, talking animatedly on about her goals and aspirations.

You - shamefully - tuned her out a little, both amazed and confused at the sight hell was. It looked like any other big city except with drugs and with... profane imagery plastered everywhere. You tried your best to not look at that, though.

Slowly, the bright neon signs and the musky smell of alcohol starts to grow in distance, fading and diluting until it caught your attention. You're pulled out of your own confusing thoughts and look up, noticing that you were no longer in the city.

"Hey... Charlie, where are we?" You asked, noticing that you were now scaling up a hill. 

"Heading to the hotel! It's up the hill." She explains, pointing at the large, tall, extremely structurally unsound building that sat atop said hill. You nod, nervously eyeing the building, watching it like a Jenga tower. Like one that's about to tip over and fall.

You continue to follow her, crossing your fingers and praying that the hunk of wood and bricks wouldn't just give up and collapse on top of you.

You eventually reach the main doors of the hotel. Charlie pushes the doors open excitedly, bouncing up and down like an excited puppy.

"Vaggie, Vaggie, Vaggie!" She calls, prompting a grey moth-like demon with extremely long hair to approach us. 'Vaggie' had a gentle smile on her face as she hugged Charlie.

"What is it, Charlie?" She asks, shooting a slightly reproachful glance towards you. Charlie pulls away, her face practically glowing in delight as she points at you.

"We have a new guest!" She squeals. Vaggie chuckles, trying to calm Charlie down to no avail. Vaggie sighs fondly, giving you a grateful smile. She grabs Charlie by the shoulders, telling her something as she drags her away, leaving you alone in the lobby.

You blink in bewilderment, a weak attempt at trying to process everything that was happening. Hell. Hotel. Demons. Does that mean Lucifer is down here? A familiar face would do wonders.

You rub your temples, sitting down on the bench closest to you. 

You just want to sleep. To hope that this was all just a cruel prank or dream, but no matter how many times you pinch yourself, you find yourself stuck here. Stuck in the same spot you always were. In a tight spot.

One that's cruel and unforgiving.

...

Mass panic is the next noise that fills your ears. You hear discussion and freaking out in the room that Vaggie had dragged Charlie to. Curious, and not wanting to add something else to your list of 'what the actual fuck', you go check up on them.

"Charlie what's-" you poke your head out from behind the wall before you're interrupted by Charlie shaking you around.

"We're screwed!" She cries shaking you even harder.

"Woah, Charlie, calm down you'll scare her." Vaggie says, pulling a hyperventilating Charlie away from you. Vaggie gives you an apologetic smile before dragging her away... again, leaving you with a bunch of people you don't recognize.

The silence is thick and awkward, the red deer guy having dissapeared in shadows a few seconds ago. The fluffy spider guy was texting someone on his phone, the others were silent, and the news was just every reporter freaking out about an... 

e x t e r m i n a t i o n...?

You fiddle with your hair, staring off into the distance. Your goal of being less confused has now made you even more confused - if that was even actually possible.

God, I wish people here would just explain things.