GOD AMONG DEVILS ── hazbin hotel

A Return to Familiarity

You let out a long, satisfying yawn as you rose from your bed, the soft sheets slipping off your shoulders. Last night had been a whirlwind of creativity and laughter, helping Charlie decorate the hotel until the late hours. You felt the weight of exhaustion settle in your bones, a gentle reminder of the work you'd put in.

Stretching your arms overhead, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, still a bit hazy from sleep. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow that beckoned you to get moving, but the idea of jumping into tourist duties seemed like an uphill battle.

You sat on the edge of your bed for a moment, contemplating the day ahead. Would there be more hotel guests to greet? More wild antics from Angel and Alastor? A tiny sigh escaped your lips as you recalled the bright-eyed tourists eager to explore the eccentric charm of the Hazbin Hotel.

With a reluctant groan, you stood up, the floor cool against your feet. "Alright, let's see what the day has in store," you muttered to yourself, trying to muster some enthusiasm. A quick glance in the mirror reminded you that you might need a little more than just determination to tackle whatever awaited you.

When you made your way downstairs, the vast lobby of the hotel greeted you with an unexpected stillness. You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the emptiness that surrounded you. Just yesterday, the place had buzzed with activity and laughter, filled with the colorful characters that inhabited this peculiar hotel. Huh, you thought, the silence echoing in your mind. Never thought I'd have some freedom in this place.

A sense of calm washed over you, and a small smile crept onto your face as you took in the beautifully decorated lobby. The rich colors and twinkling lights you'd helped create now sparkled softly in the morning light, lending an inviting warmth to the room. Inspired by the creativity of last night, you idly began straightening up a few decorations that had shifted during the hustle and bustle.

You moved from one corner to the next, adjusting a chandelier here, fluffing a pillow there, and admiring the way everything came together. As you tidied up, the realization dawned on you that this hotel was not just a transient space for lost souls—it was becoming a home, a sanctuary filled with magic and warmth, and you were a part of that transformation.

With every little adjustment you made, you felt a sense of pride swelling within you. This was your space, too, a place where you could belong. Maybe I could get used to this, you mused, the quiet enveloping you like a comforting embrace as you continued to set things right.

As you continued to arrange the decorations, you caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned to see Alastor entering the lobby, his signature grin spreading across his face as he strode in with an air of confidence. The way he carried himself seemed to light up the space, even amidst the quiet.

"Good morning, my dear artist!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a playful energy that made you smile back at him. "I see you've taken it upon yourself to give our humble abode a little sprucing up." He leaned against the doorframe, his cane tapping lightly against the floor, the gleam in his eyes indicating his approval.

"Just doing my part," you replied, returning his smile. "It felt a little too quiet in here, so I thought I'd liven things up a bit."

Alastor chuckled, a low, melodic sound that echoed through the empty lobby. "Ah, but isn't silence a sweet melody of its own?" He stepped further inside, the soft rustle of his suit accompanying each movement. "Though I must say, it does lack a certain excitement without our lovely guests around. Perhaps we should stir the pot a bit, yes?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his exuberance. "What did you have in mind?" you asked, intrigued by the idea of shaking things up. Alastor's schemes were always colorful and unpredictable, and you had a feeling today would be no different.