GOD AMONG DEVILS ── hazbin hotel

Devils in the Details

You're humming while tidying your room and hanging new pictures. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and when you turn around, you see Husk. "Hey," he says, giving you a smile. "Hey there, kitten. What can I do for you?" He sighs and hands you a slip of paper with water marks on it, which reads: "Greetings, denizens of hell. Please come to my meeting at home. Everyone is welcome. — Lady Carmine."

Your fingers trace the damp edges of the invitation, studying the elegant script. Husk shifts his weight nervously, his wings rustling slightly.

"This seemed... important enough to bring to you right away," he mumbles, his gruff exterior softening as he uses the excuse to linger in your presence. His tail twitches anxiously behind him.

"Lady Carmine..." you muse, turning the name over in your mind. An invitation from an Overlord isn't something to be taken lightly, especially one delivered with such theatrical flair. The water-marked paper seems to shimmer slightly in the light, as if infused with something more than mere moisture.

You look up at Husk, noting the concern barely hidden behind his casual demeanor. "Have you shown this to Charlie yet?" you ask, though you already suspect the answer. His ears flatten slightly - he'd come to you first, of course.

"Not yet," he admits, paw rubbing the back of his neck. "Figured you might want to... y'know... assess the situation first." There's something endearing about how he's trying to play it cool while clearly worried about your safety.

The invitation sits heavy in your hand, promising intrigue and possibly danger in equal measure. Just another day in Hell's premier hotel, it seems.

You run a hand through your hair and say, "I'm going to let Alastor know, and then I'll see if Charlie wants to come." You slip out of the room and make your way down to the common area where Charlie and the others are engaged in tourist activities. You turn towards her with a smile. "Charlie, dear, come here," you say, beckoning her over, and she walks toward you with a polite demeanor.

"Carmila Carmine just asked for a heads-up meeting, and I'd love to know if you're coming," you ask, maintaining a serious tone, but your smile remains.

Charlie sighs and rolls her eyes. "I can't, I have a meeting with Adam from the Angels, you know."

You realize you need to persuade her. "But this is important, Charlie! Carmila needs you there. You know how she can be. Maybe Adam can wait a little?"

She looks at you, doubt flickering across her face. "It would be hard to explain to Adam why I'm suddenly leaving him. And you know he's not exactly known for his patience," she replies, and you can see her mind racing.

"Maybe I can talk to Adam," you suggest, hoping a bit of Charlie's enthusiasm will rub off on you. "We can handle it together. This meeting could decide a lot."

She smiles softly at you and says, "Y/N, I trust you to take care of this, really I do. Just be careful, the overlords of Hell are—" She trails off as Alastor suddenly pops up beside you.

"Oh, don't worry about it, princess! I'll take good care of our Y/N here, don't worry," he says cheerfully, his wide, toothy grin making it hard to tell whether he's serious or just being his usual charismatic self.

Charlie narrows her eyes slightly, a mix of concern and amusement on her face. "Just... make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble, okay?" she says with a hint of playfulness, trying to balance her worry and trust in you.

You chuckle, feeling a bit more at ease with Alastor's confidence. "Don't worry, Charlie. I'll keep my wits about me," you assure her, though you can't help but feel a flutter of nerves at the thought of dealing with the overlords.