Marcelline Emrys is a long dead Overlord, having perished in 1930. Now, while she was alive she was a dressmaker... okay, that's not the whole truth. She was a necromancer and serial killer as well, but what can you do?
Well, while alive she happen...
I sighed softly as I gazed out of the window of my home, watching the wayward sinners fuck, fight, sell drugs, buy drugs, do drugs, that sort of thing.
Pitiful, really.
What's the point of being dead if not to instill fear in everyone I encounter? It's simply boring without it!
I shook my head and straightened up, fixing up my clothing from any wrinkles before making my way to the door and opening it, stepping out into the red-tinted world that we call Hell.
I descended the steps and walked the streets, sinners and hellborn alike scattering at my mere presence.
This was something I didn't have in life, and boy do I revel in it now.
I eventually stopped when I spotted a hefty crowd around one of Vox's television stores. I may regret giving him permission to have stores in my territory now.
On the televisions, I saw the Princess' ad for her Happy Hotel playing again. I wasn't sure why it played so much, but it looked interesting. This was the first I ever really paid it much attention, every other time I had somewhere I needed to be and had no excess time to waste watching something so fragile.
It certainly was alluring, and I've heard rumours the Radio Demon was there. How interesting. You see, I knew him, and I knew he wouldn't give a single shit about rehabilitation.
I was acquainted with the Morningstar family, and I knew of Charlie's delicate heart. I knew Alastor had no good intentions, and that just won't do! I had to help the poor lass before it all went to shit.
My skeletal tail rattled dangerously as I continued off to the Happy Hotel. This would definitely be worth it. I could see Charlie again and maybe even Lucifer. I missed him. I hadn't seen him since Lilith disappeared seven years ago.
Now that I think about it, Lilith disappeared around the same time Alastor did. Hm. It's also strange that Alastor reappeared but Lilith didn't.
Whatever, I had arrived at the Hap...Hazbin Hotel? Was Charlie aware of that?
I shrugged as I raised a fist and knocked on the large doors.
Almost immediately, the doors flung open and I was greeted to the sight of Charlie, an ecstatic grin on her pale face.
"Hello, Charlie! How have you been, dear?" I said warmly, my face concealed by the large crow skull always on my face.
"Hecate!!" She nearly screeched, throwing her arms around me in a hug.
"Nice to see you, too." I chuckled, wrapping an arm around the shorter woman and patting her head.
"What are you doing here? I don't think you're one for redemption." Her smile faltered slightly and she pulled away.
"You'd be correct there, dear. It's not in my beliefs, I'm afraid. However, I would like to help you! I could be an entertainer, tailor, whatever you need, my dear! I'm here to help with whatever you wish." I offered, bending over to be eye-to-eye with her.
"O-Oh, really? That'd be great... no one offered to help that much..." She trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes. Oh, right. I forgot how sensitive she was.
Immediately, a grey-skinned moth demon darted to her side, comforting her. I recognized her as Vaggie. We haven't met much, but we were friendly with each other.
"Greetings, my dear! It seems I failed to recall how emotional Charlie is. My deepest apologies." I uttered sincerely, giving a small bow of regretfulness.
Charlie suddenly brightened up, wiping her tears determinedly.
"Sorry... it's just not many people offer to help in Hell. Offer anything, really." She smiled.
"It's quite alright. So, am I hired?" I tilted my head.
Charlie looked at Vaggie and Vaggie nodded at her girlfriend.
"Of course!" She said excitedly, bouncing up and down.
I chuckled softly at her childish behaviour, shaking my head teasingly.
"Alright then." I nodded and side-stepped the two and set foot in the hotel, taking a look at my surroundings and grimacing slightly. I knew exactly who 'renovated' it.
My eyes darted around the room, landing on the bar which was totally out of place and frankly kind of ugly. Kind of like a patch on a jacket that someone tried to make look cute but they're horrible at stitching. The antlers on the top really solidified my suspicion of who designed it.
Then I observed the opposite of the bar, the lobby. There was a few couches and chairs with a white-and-pink spotted spider sprawled across a couch, wielding one of those small televisions... a phone, I believe. I wasn't exactly up-to-date with the recent technologies. I preferred things from my own time, but I didn't exactly hate modern things.
The spider's head shot up when he saw me. "Well, well, well! Haven't we got a hottie here?" He smirked, flipping himself over to lay on his stomach and kicking his feet.
I simply blinked and froze. I wasn't good with stuff like this. Usually whenever someone complimented me like that they always tried to force themselves on me. It never worked, of course. But hearing someone mean it sincerely was odd.
"Uh..." I stuttered.
"Angel! Leave her alone! She's an employee here, and THE Hecate!" Vaggie growled.
Angel, huh? That made sense now.
"Holy shit! THAT Hecate? Y'know Vox has got a huge cr-" He was cut off by the sound of radio static.
"A fellow Overlord, working in the Hotel? Now that's interesting!" A familiar voice said jauntily.
My head twisted to look at him. Alastor. The Radio Demon.
"I trust I don't have to introduce myself?" He tilted his head.
"Trust you will." I responded. "Nice to see you're back from your unannounced seven year vacation."
His grin tightened at that. "Yes, well, we all need a break at some point, don't we?"
"I suppose." I hummed, turning back to Charlie. "Can I have a room key?" I asked politely.
She nodded eagerly, dashing over to where all of the keys for the rooms were hanging and snatching one off before scrambling over to me and dropping the key in my opened palm.
"Thank you so much for deciding to help!" She beamed.
I patted her head and sashayed over to the staircase. "Anything to help your dreams, dear." I smiled gently, even if she couldn't see my face.
This would be interesting, indeed.
• A/N •
yaaaaay i did it! hopefully first chapter wasn't too bad. it was pretty late when i wrote this and im just so excited to get to the plot
anyways!!
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if you get the reference i'm proud of you. you get the rights to my soul when i die and inevitably go to hell.
1,132 words :3 not too bad for first chapter. hope it isn't horrid
