𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣

Chapter 1

Alastor is at the Hazbin Hotel. Venus is working with the Vees, specifically with Vox, and she changed her name. She recently found out that Alastor was back, and she was fuming for weeks. She started losing focus in her job, and Vox is getting suspicious.

The Vees are having a meeting, Awaiting Venus, like always. "Where is she," Velvette said irritated. "How have you not fired her, yet, Voxy?" Valentino asked. "Oh shut it, both of you. She's the only one willing to take this job." Vox replied to the two. Then, Venus barges in, with the items they asked for. "My apologies.. For being late.." she panted. "Took you long enough" Velvette rolled her eyes. "Sorry for them, Vienna. Do you have what we asked for?" Vox asked. He was always somewhat gentle with Vienna. "Of course." She snapped her fingers, and the items appeared in her hands. "For you, you and you," The three started inspecting the items.

"Damn, that was fast. And they're all in perfect condition." Valentino remarked, somewhat shocked. "You sure you don't want a job in the fashion industry?" Velvette asked, impressed. "No, thank you." Vienna answered. "Vienna, you're done. Thanks. But I wanna speak with you." Vox said. "Oh. What is it?" Vienna (Venus) asked, she felt like she already knows the answer. "You haven't been on your A game, recently. You've been late more than usual. You seem more.. on edge.. Can I ask why?" Vox said. "Hehhe.." Vienna laughed, flash backing to her breaking vases, throwing knives and yelling "THAT F*CKING B*TCH, COMING BACK AFTER 7 GODDAMN YEARS, WHAT THE F*CK?!" She thinks to herself in the flashback. "Nothing.. It's just.. I've been having some problems, with my private life recently." Vienna snapped back to reality. "O-kay.. I wanna see you in my office after my meeting." Vox said skeptically. "Yes sir." Vienna said and left the room. She mutters some curse words under her breath as she leaves.

With Alastor on the other hand, he's at the Hazbin Hotel, Vienna at the back of his mind. "I haven't been active in hell for quite some time, my dear," Alastor said to the hotel's owner, Charlotte Morningstar. "And when you insisted on using, this chatty, box advertisment, I wanted to have a little fun with it."

(Ran out of ideas midway through, sorry<3)