Hazbin Hotel Season 3

Chapter 12: LuLu World

"Wait, you had how many casinos?" Angel asked, shocked, as he reached for his glass of chocolate milk. Not as fun as alcohol, but it's nice, he thought as he drank..

"Seven," Husker said with a smirk, leaning over the bar. "As an overlord, I would visit one each night, seven days a week, just to check on business."

"Wow," Angel gaped. He couldn't even imagine owning one casino. And not having to pole dance in it. "That's...awesome. What were they like?"

Husk sighed with contentment, looking more relaxed than usual. He swirled his glass of whiskey as he spoke, lost in his memories. "Well, each one was themed after a deadly sin. Sinners never get to leave the pride ring, and I guess I wanted to give them a chance to experience the rest of Hell," He paused, looking conflicted. "Not as a punishment, but just to see what the other rings had to offer."

Angel nodded, encouraging the bartender to keep talking, and he did. "Pride was definitely my most popular. Both sinners and hellborn loved that one. Lots of house competitions; made a ton of money. Gluttony was a close second; it was there I picked up a knack for bartending. Wrath was shut down a couple times...the cage fights got pretty fucking wild." Husk's face melted into a dazed expression, like he was somewhere else. "Lust was one of my personal favorites. Not because of the succubi or the strippers, but because there was always jazz playing. The music just put me at ease, I guess. Envy was pretty popular. Hell's royalty came there a few times, to gamble, drink, even just to see friends. And well, Sloth was less of a casino and more of a...lounge. Not a lot of action." Husk's face darkened slightly. "Greed was my least favorite by far. Place was full of loan sharks and assholish businessmen who thought the world belonged to them." People like Val, Angel realized silently. And people like Alastor.

Angel looked at Husk through wide eyes as he continued speaking, looking lively, relaxed, and so...comfortable. It's rare to see him like this. It's like he's glowing. Radiating happiness.

Husk noticed the way Angel was looking at him and stood up, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Sorry, I just-"

"Woah," Alecto said, fanning the air around him as he sat down at the bar. Where the fuck did he come from? "The sexual tension is enough to burn down the place."

Angel mock-glared at the teenager and Husk leaned against the counter, looking glad for the distraction. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

Alec rolled his eyes. "I was 16 when I died, and that was 3 years ago. I think I can dictate my own bedtime, thank you very much." Angel raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but Alec cut him off. "Anyway, I need your guys' help."

"You need our help?" Angel asked, crossing all four of his arms. "That's interesting."

Alec shrugged. "I'm too busy with my job, and with the Radio Demon depressed and that moth pervert dude dead–" Angel winced "–the two of you are basically unemployed and can do whatever. I need you two to head down to Lu Lu World. There's a cleanup being held since the riot trashed the place. Go down there and mingle with the sinners; try and collect data. We have to know what people think of the hotel, after...everything that's happened."

Lu Lu World? With Husk? Angel thought with a flutter in his stomach. Husk rolled his eyes, but he didn't look that annoyed. "Who made this little prick our boss?"

"I'll pay you in two large pineapple pizzas," Alec offered.

Angel gagged and Husk made the 'you're dead' sign. "Pineapple pizza?"

"What?" Alec scoffed. "Are you the fucking Italian mafia or something?"

Angel cocked an eyebrow. "Well actually–"