In Hell, a Rehab for Redemption is the joke of the century in all five corners the pentagram, but when your desperation for blood crash lands you smack dab in front of the Princess of Hell herself, it's impossible to refuse her offer to stay. The other residents of the hotel do seem to provide a good food source, however, and one of the employees wings are simply to kill for. You must have them, no matter the risk. TW: Alcohol, Violence, Drug Use, Gambling, Guns, Blood, and Sexual Innuendos* *However, I will not be writing smut for this. Sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ A/N: I am an artist. I am not a writer. However, I am willing to do my best. The Reader in this is made (or attempted to be made) as inclusive as possible, hence them being Gender Neutral and a Shapeshifter. Please do not hesitate to let me know how I can make them more inclusive to everyone or how to explain the story better (as a reader, that can be hard to do. But if I'm not explaining something clear enough and you have questions, please let me know!)