GOD AMONG DEVILS ── hazbin hotel

Radio Killed the Video Star

Early morning chaos unfolds as you descend the stairs into the unfolding drama, the scene painting itself in shades of desperation and determination...

Through the walls of your room, you'd caught Charlie and Vaggie's tense conversation - their window for saving sinners suddenly cut in half. Vaggie's steadfast reassurance to Charlie ("We'll manage it, we always do") barely masked her own concern.

Angel Dust, sprawled somewhere nearby, had just muttered a characteristically cynical "Fat chance of that happening now," while thumbing through Val's texts, his multiple arms juggling both phone and cigarette with practiced ease.

The air crackles with tension as Vaggie voices the dangerous truth - desperate souls, facing oblivion, might flood the hotel seeking salvation. But before that thought can fully settle, the building shakes with an explosive impact.

And now, making his characteristically dramatic entrance through a freshly-blown hole in the wall, Sir Pentious's airship hovers like a steampunk nightmare. The self-proclaimed villain's voice rings out, challenging Alastor with all the bravado of someone who clearly hasn't thought this through.

You shake your head as you reach the common room, taking in the destruction with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Really? All this fuss, and it's just one overdramatic snake? The dust hasn't even settled, and already you can feel a headache forming.

Through the settling debris and chaos, you survey what was once your peaceful morning - now featuring one blown-out wall, an anxious princess, a worried girlfriend, a cynical spider demon, and an egomaniacal snake who's about to learn exactly why challenging the Radio Demon might not have been his wisest decision.

Just another day in Hell's premiere rehabilitation hotel.

You fix your gaze on Sir Pentious and scoff, "You really are stupid, aren't you, little one?" With that, you turn on your heel and stride back to the lobby, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Reaching for a glass, you pour yourself a beer, the cool liquid frothing as you fill it to the brim. You take a long swig, the bitter taste contrasting with the bitterness in your heart. As you savor the moment, you find yourself grumbling under your breath about how you shouldn't be drinking so much, yet the urge to drown out the absurdity of the situation pulls you in deeper. You can't help but wonder if a little chaos is just what you need.

You tip your head down towards the snake on the floor, still keeping your gaze locked on him. "So, you're working for Vees, huh?" He nods slowly, uncertainty written all over his face. "Uh, yeah."

A sigh escapes your lips as you roll your eyes. It's clear he feels overwhelmed by the situation. You study him intently; there's something about the way he avoids your gaze that raises your suspicions.

"And what exactly do you do for him?" you ask, lowering your voice to add a layer of intensity that makes him sweat a bit more.

"Well, I... I help with... stuff," he stammers, his nerves becoming more evident.

You can't let this opportunity slip away. It's obvious he knows more than he's letting on, and you're determined to uncover what it is.

You meet Alastor's gaze, noting the playful glimmer in his eyes. "You know the TV station, Alastor. Please, tell me what it's about."

Alastor bursts into laughter, a deep, echoing sound that almost makes the snake on the floor freeze. "Oh, nothing," he replies in a teasing tone that indicates he's not being entirely truthful.

But you know better. There's more to his answer—an underlying anxiety or perhaps fear of saying too much. You step closer, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily. "Don't give me that. I know there's more at stake here."