Devil's Bane: An Alastor & OC Tale

The Happy Hotel

                         A dullness came over him as he slowly came awake to see a dark ceiling, allowing his senses to return groaning he tried sitting up only to gasp in pain.  Looking down at himself his eyes went wide seeing he was naked from the waist up, thankfully still wearing his ragged leggings, bandages wrapped around his torso.  No blood, but he was extremely sore.

"Oh my gosh!  You're awake!"  He turned towards the shrilled voice that came from the doorway of the room, with a glance he saw that he was in a hotel room of some sort.  It was nicely furnished, bare with nothing personal, and a bathroom off to the side.  Looking back to who the voice belonged to she was a blonde haired demon with red cheeks, wearing a pink suit with black suspenders.  She stepped into the room holding some towels and what seemed to be a pair of clothes,

"I was getting worried, but you woke sooner than I thought you would, I mean with those injuries."  She said as she placed them upon the dresser next to him, he grimaced when he tried moving and touched his chest.

"Yeah, you probably have some broken ribs, you've been out for at least six hours.  My friend Angel told me what happened, while they were hunting you accidentally got hit in the crossfire.  They brought you here, ahem." She cleared her throat,

"Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You can call me Charlie.  What's your name if I may ask?"  Before he could answer an angrily panicked female voice called from the hall,

"Charlie would you please come to the dining hall. We have a problem!"  Charlie stood up frantically looking from the doorway back to him unsure of leaving but decided anyway,

"Sorry, it seems they need me, so if you still need rest, please feel free to use this room.  I'd advise against a shower because of the bandages but if you do feel like coming out.  You're on the second floor, going down the hall to the left you'll come to a set of stairs that lead to the first floor.  The reception desk near the front down is straight ahead from there, and the dining hall is to the right of the front door.  Again I'm so sorry for what happened to you, Sir."  With that, she ran off closing the door, if he was on the second floor and the woman was calling from the first floor she must be loud.  Thinking clearly for the first time since waking up, he definitely felt some broken ribs but strangely he was healing faster than usual, there was energy within him that wasn't there before.  With will alone, he slid his legs out from the blanket to stand and grab the clothes not wondering what happened to his old rugged attire, wishing he could shower he opted for fixing his hair to look at least a little presentable.  The mirror in the bathroom reflected his hair that shone pure black flowing to his mid-back with snow-white showing in the front cut to his jawline.  Three inch obsidian horns protrude from his head and his eyes were an eerie silver, his pupil black slits.  He wore the white dress shirt with the buttons undone at his collarbone, his cuffs were unbuttoned as well and surprisingly the shirt was plenty big.  The slacks he slid into while being commando felt smooth and finally putting on the dress shoes she had kindly left near the bed.  He dressed as fast as he could while in pain and decided to get a look at where his assailants brought him.

               If memory served him well, news of the "Happy Hotel" started six months ago, and in that time it seemed to have a decent amount of residents.  The halls were strangely decorated and looked as if new renovations had taken place to revive the area.  It gave a more homey and alive feeling to everything as he recalled seeing the broadcast all over Hell about how the Princess of Hell wished to help demons move on and find redemption.  And yet, the Radio Demon was involved with the project of helping others, how laughable.  He painfully made his way down the stairs, holding his chest as he felt himself still healing from the damage he had received.  How he had survived that was beyond his comprehension, it didn't take him long to reach the front doors to see where the dining hall led.  From there he heard all kinds of shouting from angry demons, of course, curious to see what the commotion was all about he leaned against the doorway to see that there were indeed a decent amount of demons all angrily shouting.  The dining hall was set up like a cafeteria of sorts, long rows of table and chairs with a serving window and counter that gave a view to the kitchen.  A set of doors to the back left of the room probably led to the kitchen, the decor was rustic and slightly worn.  Charlie was trying to quiet everyone down so she could talk to another demoness with long white hair and wearing a grey dress.