Hazbin Hotel Season 3

Chapter 11: I'm Here

Charlie rubbed her arms, feeling chilly, which was odd for Hell. "Why did you call for an emergency meeting?" she asked Emily. The Seraphim had left invitations under everyone's doors to invite them for a meeting at '4:30 pm sharp', an unnecessary form of etiquette that she was probably taught to obey in Heaven.

Emily took a deep breath and glanced at the corner. Charlie followed her gaze to see Elena flashing two thumbs up supportingly and couldn't help as the edges of her lips flinched downward a bit.

It wasn't that there was anything about the therapist that made her instantly dislike her. It had only been a week. After all, Elena was... assured, even as the tension between her and Molly was unparalleled. Angel would leave the room whenever the therapist walked in, but he was still softening towards her, would look almost a bit proud whenever one of her patients came in. Charlie didn't know their history, but she knew they were close and that Elena was a huge part of Angel and Molly's lives.

Elena fit in perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece and everyone already adored her. So there really wasn't anything for Charlie to hate, but that's what grew her distrust. If there was anything she had learned from living in Hell, it was that no one was perfect, and anyone who seemed perfect was lying.

Or maybe she just hated how much the sinner seemed to see through her mask.

"After talking with Elena," Emily started hesitantly, "I realized that I can't avoid Heaven forever. My sister is my only family, and she might have made some... interesting decisions, but I love her, and so I called her." She held up a hand as if expecting someone to speak up but no one did. The only sound was Angel swallowing back a yawn as he played with his sister's hair, braiding it in an almost enviable confidence. Emily lowered her hand, flushing with embarrassment. "She tried to persuade me to come back to Heaven, and let slip that it's in a lot of turmoil. I think that right now is the best time to go to Heaven and try to infiltrate it from the inside, try to spark a revolution from within."

"Wait, so this is actually a meeting?" Adam asked from the corner, where he was holding a pack of beer. "I thought it was a party." Everyone ignored him, but Eve patted his hand as one would with a tantrum-throwing baby. Charlie distinctly heard him mumble something about ordering pizza and felt sorry for the poor pizza-guy. The last time he was called over, the poor sinner had to make his way through a huge crowd. Minimum wage is not enough.

"So... you're going back to Heaven?" Molly asked, pushing Angel's hand away again, though she seemed impressed at the intricate fishtail braid.

Emily nodded. "I just... I love everyone here, really. But Heaven is my home and I want to help it too. Hell isn't the only place changing, and I want to be there to help Heaven through it."

Molly blinked slowly, and glanced at Angel before looking back at Emily. "I want to come too then."

"Wait, what?" Angel asked, actually letting go of the long strands of hair. "But Molly... you hated it there."

"I still do," Molly assured him. "There's like zero alcohol there. But I know the people of Heaven. If there's anyone who can help Emily... It's me." Emily exchanged glances with her and looked relieved. Vaggie fidgeted on the arm of the chair where Charlie was sitting, but when Charlie glanced at her, her expression betrayed nothing.

"How will you get to Heaven?" Sir Pentious asked from an armchair he was sharing with Cherri, his tail flicking nervously. "I do not think Saint Peter will help from there. He seemed rather reluctant the first time itself."

"Actually, I was kind of hoping Lilith would do it?" Emily looked at the first woman nervously. "You've opened one before and..."

"Hey, how come you can open a portal and I can't?" Lucifer protested and Lilith rolled her eyes.