Irene never meant to end up in Hell, but accidents happen and what to do when shit's thrown your way? She is a talented singer from the 1920s and her husband was a serial killer, but who knew, right? It doesn't help she can't recall his name or the way he sounds. Hoping to find an ounce of redemption from an old pupil of hers, she finds herself in front of the 'Happy Hotel' and a red demon who reminds her of the tube radios from her era. What could possibly go wrong? Alastor/OC pairing: fair warning on violence and cussing.
12 parts