Assassin's Will (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 8: "Overture"

⚠️cursing suggestive themes⚠️

"'Cause Hell is forever whether you like it or not
Had the chance to behave better, now they boil in the pot" ~ Hell is forever from Hazbin Hotel

I have made a big mistake. suggesting advertising through television, is never a good idea, when the radio demon is involved.

Charlie had put Alastor up for filming the advertisement. To make a short story shorter, Alastor fucked up the commercial.

Within the commercial, Alastor had described the Hazbin Hotel as a, "Misguided path to redemption!"

He called Charlie, "Lucifer's delusional daughter!"

He used a far too upbeat, ear bleeding, voice for the entire commercial.

"So..." Alastor drawled, with a glint his eyes. "What'a you think?"

"I'm sorry?" Vaggie glares, not sounding too pleased with the result. "What the fuck was that!?"

"Uuu... yeah..." Charlie says slowly, clearly trying not to be rude. "one note.." She continues, static filling the air for a brief second. "Alastor... I mean..." Charlie stammers. "first off, thank you so much for making this... seriously.. amazing." She throws her arms out, with a smile. "But... um..." she pauses, for a few moments. "maybe the tone is a bit... off?" Charlie continued. "we want people to want to come here, this makes it look... ummm" she trailed off.

"Bad." Vaggie states bluntly. "The word you're looking for is 'bad'."

"funny." Alastor drawled. "I was going for hilarious!" Alastor said, tilting his head to the side with an audible crack.

"it didn't explain anything about how we're trying to SAVE demons FROM extermination." Vaggie states, straightening in her seat while glaring at Alastor. "which is, the whole fucking point."

"Vaggie is right Alastor." Charlie cuts in. "The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them."

"Yeah." I state. "I might not know much of anything about advertisement, but that was just painfully bad."

Alastor narrows his eyes at me. "Well, my dear." He says, blatantly ignoring me. "I haven't been active in hell for some time." he tilts his head to the side, his neck making a cracking sound. "and everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself." He continues bitterness in his tone. "but you insisted on this..." he taps the head of his cane, on the top of the tube TV. "so I had a lot of fun with it." he twirls the cane in his hand.

"'Fun' oh, you had a littel 'fun' with it," Vaggie stood up on the chair, bawling her fists onto her hips. "Well THIS is NOT what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would 'help run this hotel,' instead you're mocking us!" She threw her hands out, exasperatedly. "nobody's gonna want to come to a place that a 'Powerful overlord' like you think is a waste of time!" She sits back down.

"you could've at least put in a little more effort." I added, Alastor glared at me.

"what would you know about picture boxes?" Alastor looks at me.

"I don't know much about television, but I do know how to hook an audience." I shot back.

Angel, who is sprawled out on one of the red couches, raises a pink glove hand.

"What." Vaggie snaps.

"If'n your filmin' a commercial." Angel says, sitting up. "Can I suggest you take better advantage, of the talented celebrity you've got right here."

"Angel." Vaggie starts. "you're a porn star." She deadpans.

"A FAMOUS porn star." He replies. "I will have the hornyist sinners knocking these walls down to get in!" He moves his arms closer to his body, accentuating his chest fluff.