Hazbin Hotel: Tears

Tears

As princess of Hell, I am very different from the other demons. All my life I saw the good in this pit of fire I call home. Others laugh at me, call me crazy, and tell me there is no way to rehabilitate such loathsome sinners. Well, three months later, I finally proved them wrong. I sent one of those sinners to Heaven.

Of course, people weren't happy about my success. I was attacked more, and every day was a struggle to just walk out the hotel. But with my friends by my side, I knew I could take on anything. Even if it was going to be hard.

As my eyes slowly opened to the bright lights in my room, a wonderful smell wafted by. Mmm, waffles. I rubbed my tired eyes and flopped out of bed. I quickly got dressed in my suit. I followed my nose to the kitchen, and was instantly startled. Alastor was standing by the stove, his never-ending smile even wider than before. He wore a white apron, his striped coat was gone. Without looking at me, he said in his strange voice, "Good morning, my dear. I hope you slept well." It took me a few seconds to realise he had spoken.

"Oh, uh...yeah..." I wasn't awake enough to form a complete sentence. I turned my head to see Husker passed out at the bar, a bottle of cheap booze in his tight grasp. What happened the night before I would never remember. "Come now, eat your waffles before they get cold! This is my mother's recipe, it is the best kind!" Alastor pointed to the plate. The waffles were thick and fluffy, like clouds. But there was another thing: they were BLOOD RED. "Uhm, Al..." I stopped myself. I knew I wouldn't want to know what was in them. "Yes, my dear?" "Thanks..." I sat down and started to eat. At the first bite I could feel my face light up. It was the most delicious food I had ever eaten. I started to take bigger bites, almost scarfing it down like an animal. It was so sweet and warm.

"I can assume you like it?" I heard Alastor say. I looked up to find him staring at me. His smile was wider than ever, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Yeah, I love it! How did you make this so delicious?" All of the sudden, a loud crash sounded from the stairwell. Alastor snapped his head around, I heard a soft yet sickening crack. Angel stomped down, a pink bathrobe threatening to fall off his slim body and expose everything underneath. "Who the hell is making breakfast?! That's my job!" His face loosened as he smelled the waffles. "Fuck yeah! Al, gimme a plate! That is the best damn thing I have ever smelled! And I've smelled lots of things." He swung into the chair next to me, almost sending me tumbling to the ground. Alastor's smile faded a bit. I could tell he wasn't in the mood for Angel.

"So Charlie, good job on getting that guy to Heaven. You got him there before I could get to him. Ha ha!" I rolled my eyes. Everything had to be dirty with him. "Hey, what the hell is wrong with these waffles? They're red!" He poked them with a fork. "Do I even wanna know?" Alastor's grin widened. "This recipe uses one unconventional ingredient, if that is what you mean." Angel pushed them away. "Are you trying to fucking poison me? I haven't done a damn thing to you." "Angel, relax. I ate them, and I think the "unconventional ingredient" is blood." I shivered. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, but it was still pretty messed up. Alastor was a mystery, even after a couple of months at the hotel. I was never completely sure when he was joking or not, especially when talking about harming others. He was just creepy.

Finally, Vaggie walked down to the kitchen. She looked at me, her tired eyes heavy from exhaustion. She then looked at Alastor and flinched. She never fully trusted him, no matter how much he had done to help. "Good morning, Vagatha. Are you hungry?" he asked. He turned to look at her. "It is my mother's recipe." "No, I don't want food from you, creep." He shrugged. "Oh well, you are truly missing out then." "Hey Vaggie, why are you so tired lookin'? Gettin' jiggy?" Angel laughed loudly. I could hear her whispering rather rude insults to herself. "Well, I've gotta get going," I said. "I have to go to a meeting. Vaggie, try not to rip Angel into pieces, please. Al, love the waffles. Bye!"