Welcome To The Hotel~

Humble Beginnings?

He easily towered over you, his ears or tuffs of hair didn't help.He had a grin that had revealed pointy yellow teeth, which deeply contrasted his clear aesthetic but oddly went well with him."Oh dear, how rude of me. Name's Alastor, a pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart!" he extended his hand. You took it, shaking it firmly. "My name is (Y/N.)"

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"Hmm." Alastor hummed, placing a finger on his chin as he looked you over. "My-my-my, this is no good, dear!" He exclaimed, grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you along. "You're covered in blood and filth, I simply cannot allow a newcomer to hell look so dastardly!" You were puzzled, he spoke so fast you didn't understand a single word he had said. You attempted to slide your hand out from his, but his grip tightened. "Wh-where are you taking me?" you ask, concern laced in your tone. "Why, I'm sure you haven't a place to stay, correct?" He asked, tossing you for a loop. "Well no-" you started, but he cut you off. "Precisely! I am taking you to a glorious hotel that I happen to help run.~" He replied like it was all-natural, like what he was saying totally wouldn't put you on edge. "W-wait. I don't have money for a hotel!" you tried to reason with him. "Oh, nonsense! I can get you a room for a couple of days for free, my dear.~" He purred, a static sound seeming to emit with his voice. You sighed, just rolling along with it. It's not quite like you can die twice anyway. Where would you go? Double hell?

Alastor dragged you to a ginormous building. You have never seen one like it, at least not in person. Alastor held the door open for you, "Welcome to the Happy Hotel, dear.~" His smile was much broader, displaying more of his sharp teeth. You hesitantly stepped in, uttering a small, "Thank you" before he walked in behind you. Alastor motioned for you to follow him as he led you down the hall. "Charlie, my dear!" Alastor called, seeing the young demoness cleaning a bit around the front of the establishment. "Hey, Al!" The girl, whom you presumed to be Charlie, smiled brightly. She placed her broom down to lean on the counter of what you believed was the front desk. "I'm afraid that I have a favor to ask of you, sweetheart." Alastor had both his hands behind his back, keeping himself standing tall. Charlie raised an eyebrow, "What is it, Al?"

"You see my dear," He paused, one of his arm reaching behind him and pulling your person forward, coming face to face with the princess of hell herself. "This here is a darling demoness who could use a room for a while. She's very much new to hell and could use the help." Alastor finished, a cocky grin playing on his lips. Charlie beamed, "That sounds fine with me." She stretched her hand out to you, you shyly taking it and giving it a shake. "I'm Charlie. Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are...?" she questioned, smiling tenderly. "(Y-Y/N)." you murmured in response to the demoness' inquisition. "M-may I ask, what kind of hotel it this..?" you questioned her curiously, taking a liking to her. "The Happy Hotel is a place to rehabilitate sinners! You see, once a year many demons are exterminated due to the overpopulation down here in hell. As the princess of hell, I care about my people and things should be taken more civilly." Charlie was proud to state this to you. You couldn't help but crack a tiny smile. "Can anyone be rehabilitated?" You asked, arms crossing under your chest. "I like to believe so, we have a participant, but he's..." Charlie paused as if to think of what to call him. "A bit of a fixer-upper?" you suggested, your voice lifting at the end of your sentence, making it seem more like an actual question. "Yes! Exactly!" Charlie clapped her hands together once, before getting a good look at you. "Oh my, you're all bloody and ragged looking. No worries, we can get you clean clothes and I can accompany you to your new room if you'd like." Charlie extended an arm to what seemed to be a staircase. You turn to look at Alastor, who now has his microphone stand in hand. He gave an approving look, pointing his cane in the direction. You gave a little bow, following the princess up the stairs and into a room. Lucky for you this room was (F/C), the bed was made and it was remarkably clean, a big contrast from the state the rest of the world seemed to be in. Charlie stepped out for a moment while you walked around the room, observing everything. There was a queen-sized bed located against the wall by the headboard in the center of the room, on each side was a nightstand one sporting a lamp. Looking to the left there seemed to be a "workstation" of sorts, a desk, and chair, accompanied by a pile of notebooks and a small bookshelf filling the space. You turned around, just in time for Charlie to come back in with a cart. "(Y/N), I brought you some clean clothes! They should do for now." She let out a soft giggle, making you smile in return. "I have a proposition for you as well." You cocked an eyebrow, gazing into the demoness' eyes. "Yes?"

"I suppose you'll need a job so... Why not work for me?"

((Apologies, I ran into an error while fixing this, everything should be fine! ))