Rise of the Vees- A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic

Welcome to Hell

Valentino smiled. "Vox, sweetheart, would you be a dear and grab my lemonade?"

Vox's heart fluttered. "Why, of course, dearest!" People thought his boyfriend was sickeningly sweet, but Vox found every bit of the moth demon unbelievably charming. Vox was more than happy to give Val anything he requested, just as long as he got that delicious praise in turn. Disappointing Valentino was a big fear since he tended to get a bit dangerous when upset.

"Thank you, my dearest." Valentino took a long, slow sip of the sweet juice. "Can you check my calendar for me, Velvette? I'm afraid I'm a bit tired today and would like to cancel any shoots I have." Velvette was the technology mastermind of the Vees. Sure, Valentino and Vox made award-winning films and TV shows, but Velvette was the one who could navigate the complex world of the internet with ease. She was newer to Hell than the rest of the Vees and was very familiar with modern technology.

"Let's see," she responded. "You've got a film with Orchid at 7:00 pm, but she probably won't mind if you cancel on her. Other than that, you're free to go for tonight!" 

"Perfect. Just tell her I'm busy today and she can take a day off. She's been very obedient lately, which is quite nice. Tell her to consider this a reward for her beautiful works recently." Orchid and Valentino had known each other for a very long time, back when they were both still alive. She was a curvy peacock demon with a taste for murder and human flesh. She and Angel Dust drew in most of Valentino's fans. 

"Sure thing." She e-mailed the demon and went back to leaning back on her large velvet throne. Velvette usually doesn't like puns very much, but when she saw this chair, she knew it was too good an opportunity to pass up. "Hey, Vox, did you see the news lately?"

"Nah, I've been caught up in my show. What's going down?"

"Ooh, you're gonna hate this so much. Your old friend Alastor survived the war and that girl Charlie Morningstar's hotel is up and running better than ever."

Vox was fuming. "What the fuck!? How the hell is he not gone? I saw him wounded and almost dead and he's still here!?"

Velvette laughed. She found it pretty entertaining to enrage the TV demon since he started glitching when he got too mad. 

"Velvette, dearest, let's not get Vox worked up, okay, honey?" As he spoke, Valentino took a puff of his entrancing cigarette. The smell of the drug made Velvette woozy and calm, willing to do whatever Val wanted. 

"Sorry, Vox." 

"I just can't believe it. That goddamn hotel was destroyed, and now it's up and running again! That little daughter of Lucifer is such a bit-"

"Now, now, sweetie," said Valentino, his voice soothing and cunning, "let's not get too upset now. You're always calming me down, so now it's my turn. Please, Vox, let's take a deep breath here; why are you so upset? It's just another business in Hell and it doesn't even affect us."

"If her Hazbo Hotel or whatever ends up working out, demons will ascend to Heaven."

"Go on..."

"If they go to Heaven, we lose our customers."

Val's brow furrowed. "Huh, you're right. See, I KNEW it was a bad idea for Angel Dust to be hanging around there! If he goes to Heaven, I'll lose, like, 40% of my viewers. Ooh, that little whore is gonna get it!"

Now it was Vox's turn to calm Valentino down. "Come on, sugar, let's get ourselves together. You know, nobody in this realm will go to Heaven." As he spoke, Vox's eyes swirled, hypnotizing Valentino into believing what he was saying.