Hazbin Hotel: The Innocent Sinner

Chapter 4 The Hazbin hotel

Later

"Ugh..."

"Oh, he's waking up." A voice said.

"Ugh... mom? I just had a horrible nightmare..."

"Oh a nightmare? What was it about?"

"I was at a party... at the dance floor, I passed out... and when I woke up... I was killed by a satanic cult... then... I ended up in he-" I opened my eyes and I saw that I wasn't in my room. I was in some sort of hotel lobby.

"Wait what?" I looked to the source of the voice and saw a girl.

"W-who're you?!!" I yelled as I backed away.

"Okay, calm down your in shock, I can see that, I take it your new to hell?"

"Hell? So it wasn't a nightmare!?"

"No... I'm sorry, it wasn't."

"But why am I in hell? I haven't done anything wrong in my life!?!?"

"Your here because of those satanist." A new voice said. I looked over to see two new... people, I guess.

"You know that when a satanic cult does a human sacrifice they're offering the soul to satan." The girl with the bow said.

"So that's why I'm here?!" I said, depression filling me.

"Hey, c'mon it's not so bad here." The other person said... by the way is that a guy? I though it was a girl.

"In hell, everything that was illegal in the living world is legal here. Prostitution, murder, hell you can even get drugs from a vending machine!"

"..." is this guy serious? This is no place for a guy like me.

"And once in hell, you take on a whole new appearance. You look pretty cool yourself."

"What?" I looked to find a mirror.

"OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?" Once I found one, I was horrified. My whole skin was white and pale, I still have my black hair but had a blue streak. My teeth were jagged like a sharks. One of my eye sclera is blacked out, and left me with a blue eye, while my other eye remained normal.

"Oh by the way the only downside to this place, is that every year there's this thing called the cleansing." I looked to him.

"Huh, the cleansing, uhh what is that?" For some reason that name doesn't comfort me. Then the blonde haired girl stepped in.

"Well... you see hell is suffering from overpopulation, and heaven solves the problem by... routinely exterminating demons yearly."

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"WHAT!!!!????!!!????!!!!????!!!!????!!!!????!!!???!!!????!?!?!?!?!?!! SO YOUR SAYING PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND ME CAN EVEN DIE, EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD?!?!?!?"

"Yeah, I was born in hell and seeing my people being slaughtered breaks my heart, that's why I built this hotel, In hopes of rehabilitating sinners, so they can be sent off to heaven."

This girl... she so kind... she wants to see the good in the people around her, but is that even possible? Wait... what does she mean by HER people?

"My name is Charlie Mange, and I'm the princess of hell."

"Hi I'm Max. Max Heller. Wait Princess? Hell has a princess? Does that mean there's also a king?" I said.

"Yes, my father, Lucifer Mange." Charlie points me to a portrait of her and her parents.

"Huh... is he supposed to be satan?" I asked

"No, he's just king of hell."

"Oh okay... wait... do you think you can reform me? I mean I'm already am a good person, I'm here because I was just an offering, I'm not really a sinner! It's possible right?"

"Uhh..." she just looked at me with a sad expression on her face.

"Huh, what's wrong?" I asked

"Well you see-" Charlie was about to speak until the girl with the bow cut her off.

"Charlie... maybe I should tell him."

"Yeah, I don't have it in me to tell him."

"Hi, I'm Vaggie... and... well... the thing is, the people in hell, they're sent here because they were killed, either by accident, execution, old age... but there are some who're sent here by satanist as an offering to satan, and in those cases, they can never leave... ever... even if they wanted to."

What... what is she talking about?

"Uhh Vaggie is it? I'm sorry I don't get... what are you trying to say?" She grabs my shoulders.

"I'm saying... that even if you were rehabilitated... you won't be sent off to heaven... EVER."