Alastor's Old Acquaintance

Ch 11 Song Of A Killer

It had been a full twenty-four hours since the Ripper made their 'charming' introduction, and Hell was in an uproar.

For one, it turns out that Jack the Ripper has a large number of fangirls and boys, Hell, fans who didn't fit into the binary, who are now celebrating the fact they have a chance to meet their idol, so much so, everyone in the hotel could hear them from the other side of Hell itself.

For another, thanks to the fan groups and their overall fame, Jack the Ripper was fully capable of being a registered overlord, and by all accounts could earn a large amount of territory quickly.

Thirdly, all of the Rippers 'living' victims were in the Hazbin Hotel, the same place they said they'd be performing, and no one, at all, thought this was a coincidence.

Lastly, everyone assumed they were killed during an Extermination, sometime during the 1890s, and because of this, decently minor, detail, no one knows just how powerful they are.

So, all in all, this news broadcast had become quite popular in a matter of hours after Jack the Ripper killed an imposter on Hell's only news channel, and no one in the Hotel was quite sure what to do... Except for Alastor.

"Do you think they'd allow me to interview them? Possibly tell me how they felt when brutally butchering their victims? Does anyone have some paper? I need to write these down!" He ranted.

"I'm not surprised he of all demons is excited to meet the Ripper himself. I'm surprised you aren't though..." Vaggie sighed, gesturing to Hearth.

Hearth shrugged. "I guess the thrill just isn't there anymore, since murder is just so bland now."

Angel blinked. "How old are you again?"

Hearth sighed. "We are not going over this again, besides, we have more pressing matters to deal with, such as what you are going to do when J shows up."

" 'J' ?" Pike repeated.

Hearth nodded. "It's better than saying Ripper over and over again."

Angel grinned. "Guess I'm gonna call him that for a few hours, and hope to Satan he doesn't kill me."

"You'll all be targets if you upset that devil." Alison grimaced, walking into the reception.

Charlie sighed from behind her. "We've finally got most of the Ripper Girls to one of my family's old safe houses."

Angel raised an eyebrow. " 'Most of' ?"

Alison crossed her arms. "Polly, Liz, Dark, Kelly and Blue decided to stay and see what they're going to do, and I need to see if I can get them to talk."

Angel blinked. "Who's Blue?"

Alison stared at him. "Blue. The snake demon that told us to turn on the news?"

Angel stared for a moment before responding with, "Ah."

Before Vaggie could slap him over the head, everyone heard a series of knocks on the door.

Alastor was quick to answer it and was decently surprised by what he saw.

Three demons, all men, with varying body types.

One was 6ft tall and fat, with grey horns, light blue skin, black hair and black beard, and was wearing a black tailored suit.

Another was 5ft 9, as thin as a twig, and looked like an old illustration of Sherlock Holmes, with an added layer of orange layered on top, even on the coat and deerstalker cap, had a cow tail of all things, and just looked annoyed.