The three kings of hell

Hazbin S2 Chapter 4 Its a deal

[Author: Sorry if the three aren't in this that much this episode focused mostly on Alastor and Charlie there wasn't much place to add them again sorry.]

[The episode opens with a shot of the Hazbin Hotel. The camera then cuts to Charlie's room, where Charlie is fixing her hair and putting on her suit, accompanied by Vaggie.]

Vaggie: Charlie, babe, I think you need to drop this.

Charlie: Drop what? I'm just trying to clear up the misinformation about the hotel.

Vaggie: There is no point. Those fuckers work for Vox. Katie Killjoy is just gonna do the same thing the Vees did. Don't feed into this crap. Just stay with me today. And the guests, also the guests.

Charlie: I knooow, but I feel like if I explain myself on live television, then they won't be able to edit it like that video! You know I did not strike Velvette with an open fist.

Vaggie: (chuckles softly) I'm aware.

Charlie: So... just keep holding down the fort--you're doing great by the way--until Niffty and I get back.

Vaggie: Niffty?

[Cut to Niffty standing between Charlie and Vaggie.]

Niffty: Hi.

Vaggie: AHH!

Charlie: (pecks Vaggie on the cheek) Okay. Have fun. Love you. Bye!

[Charlie picks up Niffty and carries her out of the room. Vaggie turns around and sighs.]

[Pensive music plays. The camera cuts to Alastor in his hotel room, standing in front of a vanity with a cigarette in hand and a glass of rum on the tabletop. Buzzing can be heard as the camera focuses on his chest injury. Alastor sighs. He downs his rum then puts out his cigarette on an ash tray.]

[Tranquil music plays. The camera cuts to the hotel lounge. Lucifer Morningstar sits with a "deer season" mug in hand, separated from Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust who are occupied with their phones. Angel scrolls through paragraphs of Val's texts, which makes Cherri scoff. Alastor enters with a "duck season" mug in hand, humming, which catches Lucifer's attention.]

Cherri: Fucking dickhead.

Clay: He still texting you? Geez.

Lucifer: Oh! Look who it is interrupting this riveting conversation I was having with... Who are you again?

Angel Dust: Uh, Angel Dust.

Lucifer: Angel Dust! I knew that. (laughs) You're funny.

Angel Dust: (confused) What?

[Alastor sits down, mildly irritated.]

Alastor: You're still here?

[Lucifer yawns and places his mug down on the chair beside him, causing the duck on top of it to squeak. He stretches his limbs out.]

Lucifer: Someone has to actually help out around here, (in silly voice) Mr. Useless. (laughs mockingly) What do you actually do here?

Alastor: I told you, I'm the host of the hotel.

Lucifer: Huh, I thought that was, uh, I thought that was Charlie's girlfriend's job, because she, my friend, is on it with running this whole hotel... (voice lowers) thing.

[Lucifer smiles smugly. Alastor growls.]

Lucifer: So you're doing a poor job at that! Oh, and I hear you got your ass kicked and ran away when Charlie needed you most.

[Alastor's eyes light up and turn into radio dials, causing a sharp sound.] Lucifer: It's a sure good thing I showed up, (laughing)', am I right? (duck squeaks)