A Hazbin Hotel fan fic season 2

Nobody happy in heaven

Angel stood speechless infront of his reflection. He looked back down on himself to reassure him, that the mirror ain't some weird funfair one, that was fucking with him. But it was really him. His brown hair and eyes, his little freckles, stubby nose and even his little mole on his neck he remembered. All him, as he was back on earth. Just the wings on his back told him that he wasn't really alive. Just had changed the scenes of death. From hell to heaven. For fucks sake... "Charlie did it..." he mumbled utterly baffled. But how did she done it? His ass was still as gay as before and really craved a line to deal with the stress of the situation. "Yes! Isn't that amazing! Another soul made it!" Emily jumped enthralled, not noticing, that she stood alone in her joy. Sera sat still small on her seat being stared down by the big winged eyes of the Oraphims of the high concil. "It seems so..." one of the eyes boomed. It flew behind Angel and started questioning. "Your name, my son." Angel turned around nervous. He didn't really felt secure in his situation, for the pictures of the Extermination still layed fresh in his mind. "Ang-" "Anthony..." the oraphim answered knowing. Angel froze frightened. What a creepshow. "You come from hell? Did you stood by the daughter of Lucifer?" That was a weird way to put it. "Yes..?" It nodded validating. "Welcome to heaven. You will now meet others of your kin." It spoke. Others? There where more? Angel stood baffled as Emily jumped squealing. "Oh! It's so good to welcome you here! Don't worry! We have everything ready! Don't be afraid to ask anything!" He shot an incredulous look to the Oraphims and let Emily drag him out of the room. He waited for the door to close before rambling cunfused, for she seemed harmless enough. "What the heck is going on? What were those oogly Motherfuckers about? Who are you? There are Others? Am I really in heaven?" Emily smiled happy. "You have been redeemed. The members of the high concil just approved of your arrival. I am Emily, high seraphim and guardian of joy. Yes, there are. We will go see them. And as you see, your are really in heaven." She explained, letting the sight of the city fall through the wall, like a invisible curtain was lifted. Angel looked consciously around. All clean layed the streets, all happy-go-lucky people walked around and the sky shined a light on it, that gave it a squeaky neat glow. The view gave him the same sense of reality, as a glorified trip advisor comercial. Some shit ain't right here. "Ok... I got it... then... let's go?" He suggested still not able to hide how wierded out he was, but he was really curious about who else got the lift. She took his hand and warped him into a small salon with a view couched and seats. His jaw fell as he recognized the snake like soul sitting infront of him. "Sir Pentious? You motherfucker! You?" He rambled stunned. Sir Pentious looked him up wary. "Yesss~? Do we know-?" "Angel?" Another familiar voice asked behind the back of one couch. A white stoat like soul looked flabbergasted at him. "Twig? What the heck? How the fuck did you...?" Twig jumped over the couch with a happy laughter. "Te hee. No frickin' clue! But wow! Good to see better company arriving!" Sir Pentious grumbled infuriated, while both slapped their Hands greeting. "So you two know each other? Did you-?" Emily asked gleefully, for Twig interrupt annoyed. "Still no. But our stay overlapped for a short while." "Oh..." Emily flinched dissapointed. Twig looked back at Angel smiling. "Dude! Let's catch up! I can show you arround!" He suggested. "Yes! We have some wonderful-..?" She paused blushing after noticing his irritated frown. "Oh... Yeah... uhm... you want some space. Alright... got it." She rambled uncomfable and warped herself away. He immediately swichted to a more serious tone. "What happened?" Angel looked around unsure, for Twig to wave off calming. "Nobody's spying here. Think of it as a box they shoved us in, to not have to deal with us in the moment." "Is there no way out off here?" Angels asked uncomfortable. Twig sighed defeated. "There are no doors leading outside... And even if their were..." he pulled off his cloves to reveal his now perfectly normal paw like Hands. Sir Pentious let off a condescending sizzle. "Oh, Don't you act all dis~sapointed. As~s the first thing you didn't do, was to touch yourself with them!" He mumbled disgusted. Twig turned arround raging infuriated. "There are rules like, knocking before entering, for a reason you know?!?!" "More important to know is~s: why you got a whole as~s makeover? While I s~itting here, just with clas~shing Colors!" Pentios sizzled infuriated. Angel chuckled amused before faltering back into his confused stance. "So... I have a slight idea, why I and Pentious are here... But, how did you little wanker made the cut?" "Beats me." He shrugged. "But if it appeases you, heaven seems to have no fucking clue either." Angel huffed contemplating. "No... I think, they got a hunch." "Yeah? What do you think is it? And what happened to you? I mean... There is at least one condition, I pretty sure about." He questioned troubled. Angel sighed. "The Extermination came..." he explained for both to flinch agitated. "They went explicitly after Charlie." "You gotta be jocking! What about their whole spiel, to let hellborn out of that shit? Her daddy sure had something to say about that!" Twig exclamated before asking consciously. "Did she make it? And the others? The mommas and the buggers... Did they..?" "I don't know." Angel answered deflated. "And ch~erry?" Pentious asked but Angel just shook his head with a slight shrug and got on the reiterate uncomfortable. "The whole thing was a fucking mess... I mean, not in the usual way. They had fucking flying battleships with light canons, guns and pretty sturdy Armor. With the whole army shebang, they would have fucked us over pretty good, if our short King hadn't been there. And... Huh...?" Angel watched Sir Pentious shrinking into his seat with a painfully conscious face, while Twig dragged his deathstare slowly towards him. "I told you, that the whole thing reeked of bullshit!" Twig snarled through his teeth. Angel froze with a realization. "You?!??" "I was~s bored... I didn't thought..." Pentious whined with a small voice. "What have you done?!?" Angel barked for Twig to jump Pentious throwing his fist at him. "Scribble them some pretty good ideas to get us roasted!!!" Pentious took the punches whining. "I'm s~so s~sorry!!!" "Oh! You motherfucker!" Angel joined Twig kicking down on him. "Why is his skull not giving in?" Angel jelled raging. "You can't hurt a soul in heaven!" Twig cried out in disgust while throwing his punches. "Aaargh! This is hell!" Angel roared infuriated over his stomping feet, while Pentious layed still whining just taking the beating. "~cherry... Please forgive me!"
Emily got back to Sera and the Oraphims. An observation Orb showed them the devastation of hell. Emily shrunk shaken by the scenes. It shouldn't have come to this point, if she just had done was she felt was right, and had told the concil about Sir Pentious immediately against Seras wishes. She had stood helpless, as Lute got on to twist the fact of his arrival into a hate campaign against the princess. And even doubled down as Twig appeared and was adamant the he didn't joined Charlie as a participant, just as a short-lived guest. But it still couldn't fit in her mind, how someone could twist the fact ouf their arrival into something so sinister like an intrusion of heaven by hell, that even the concil agreed that the best course of action was to retailiate. The Oraphims rumbled irritated as Lucifer got on to burn down Lute in his hands. "The new Conditions for this Extermination hasn't been communated to the head of hell, as it seems." One noted staring Sera down. "I-I Don't kno-... apparently." She agreed uncomfortably. All eyes were now locked at her again. "Your unawareness in matters within your responsibility, leaves one quite concerned." Another one perceived. "We will have to investigate throughly." The third concluded, his stare pierced into her like a knife. "You will await our conclusion." He detrimented. Sera fell onto her face deflated as the Oraphims warped away. Emily found herself struggling to hold onto her anger as she watched her huffing beaten onto the table. "Sera? Don't you-" Sera sat up again. "Emily? Why are you here?" She asked her anxious. Emily flinched uncertain. "They wished for some time alone. And I thought-" She explained for Sera to try to jump of her seat, but she stopped herself looking around wary and sat herself back down. She sighed long and painfully. "Emily. You... Uhm... Why don't you go back to them? Maybe our new arrival has some additional wishes for his accommodation." She explained with a forced smile. Emily stood a little confused. She never saw her act like that. Maybe she was finally coming around on the redeemed souls and couldn't really show it under the stress. "Oh, yes! I didn't thought of that." She got back to them. She looked a little confused over Angel and Twig sitting infront of her with odd smiles, while Pentious was laying behind them on the ground like a fetus. "Uhm... Hi. I'm back. How is it? Did you find everything all right?" She asked. "Oh, hey! Well, we didn't really got on to the tour... Still were catching up, you know." Twig answered easy going. "Oh! How nice. And... uhhh..." She still looked a little uncertain over the sobbing Pentious. "Are you alright?" She asked him worried. Angel and Twig shot him with a look, Emily couldn't really figure, for over their pleased smiles, their eyes glowed with something unsettling within them. "I'm alright... jus~t the joy of reconection, mis~s M..." he mumbled. She sighed relieved. "Oh, of course! You must be really moved, to be able to meet your friend again!" She gleamed. "So, should I show you around? Maybe you find something missing? Don't worry to ask for anything!" She proclaimed. "Just make sure, to don't ask for some time outside." Twig snorted mocking, for Emily to flinch with a heavy conscious. "Well, we will make sure you find everything fine here." She reassured and moved on to show him around with Twig following right behind them. "Here we have your own cabinet. Everything you can wish for will be set in it, when you touch the handle with your need in mind." She explained. "Yeah... with some very interesting loopholes." Twig added unsatisfied. Angel stood baffled infront of the cabinet, he had a clear image on what he craved the most right now. And as she promised, a little plastic back with white powder layed in it. He grinned pleased "Oh-ho! That's something I could get used to!" "Try it." Twig dared him. He paused confused and took a taste with his pinky, to find his dust to be powdered sugar. "Are you shitting me? What's with that muck around? That's not what I had in mind..." he grumbled irritated. Emilys smile faltered into a deflated frown. She took a deep breath to move on. "Maybe you like your room better? You also can wish for anything your need to have a relaxing time in there." She explained for Angel to turn to Twig with a unimpressed look on his face. "Loopholes?" "Loopholes." He answered flat. Angel walked up to the door and took a deep breath to open it. At first, he found a chicken coop behind it, filled with roosters. He closed it again and found a castle stable with three cold breed Stalions standing infront of him, with cases filled with grooming attire. At the last try, he slammed the door on a little indoor playground for toddlers, with balance ropes everywhere. "Ok. What the fuck?" He asked Emily infuriated. She squirmed uncomfortable under his unsatisfied stare. "B-but if you don't feel up to that, maybe you found yourself enjoying your hobby room? Sir Pentious had always very good time there." She tried to reassure herself more then them, for they just rolled their eyes before following her. They got to the Room. Angel walked inside bored as it flickered desperately from a adventure playground, to a wet Cave and a boutique with all used working shirts and attire. "Yeah... Not really my speed, if you feel me..." He concluded unimpressed. "Oh... Uhm... Well... What do you have in mind? Maybe I could-" "Yeah... I don't think that you little silly head could muster." He concluded flat. Twig jointed them, for the room to warp itself into a small city street with neatly lined up houses standing wall by wall. Angel looked around before shooting him a questioning glance. Emily noticed and suggested with her last bit of hope. "Maybe some you could enjoy your time in here together as shared joy is always doubled?" Twig just shook his head and walked of down the road around the corner to pop up again the one mirroring it. Angel huffed acknowledging. "Yeah... sadly, we are no hamsters that can make ourselves blissfully unaware in a little wheel of a cage surrounding us." Twig explained slightly irritated. Emily shoulders fell defeated. "Well you just joined. Maybe you will have something coming up your mind soon." She told Angel for him to take a defensive stance. "We'll see about that." He replied evenly irritated. Emily warped herself away utterly defeated. That was not a good job for a guardian of joy. If she could just find a way to persuade the concil of letting them join heaven entirely. In their accommodation, Twig and Angel sat in their little lounge again after having another unsatisfactory beat down on Pentious. "So... What else did you do, to beat the time? Other than shootin' one off to the ancestors?" Angel asked him already bored out of his mind. "Well... Thinking about the why's and how's... Trying to find a way out..." he counted and got up to the cabinet. He opened it, to let a huge pile of rocks, paintbombs and rotten vegetables fall out of it. "Or just throw shit at Pentious."