It was a normal night at the Hazbin Hotel. The current time was 1:30 AM, and You were sitting on the couch. Husk was cleaning glasses at the bar, and everyone else was asleep

Your phone rang with a notification. It was a reminder to pick up Angel dust from his work at the porn studio. You usually always pick Angel up from work. It was one of your favorite parts of the night. You tell Husk your leaving and grab your coat before walking out of the doors of the hotel.

You make you way to the studio. The cold night breeze colliding against your skin as you walk. Once you make it to your destination, you open the front doors with a keycard gifted to you by Angel. You walk inside and are immediately hit with the overwhelming scent of oversprayed perfume and cologne, booze, smoke, and other adult smells. You walk to the elevator and make your way to Angel’s dressing room.

You reach the floor with the high ranked employees, dressing room doors all spread out with a good amount of space. It was a floor for obviously higher-paid demons, and it made you feel like you were almost walking in a hall-of-fame. Once you get to Angel’s dressing room you hear yelling, smashing, crying, and pleading coming from inside. Pink smoke pouring out from under the crack of the door. Your smile fades and your protective instincts immediately kick in and you open the door. When you open the door you find Valentino and Angel. The room was covered in a thick smog-like pink that smelt like weed and expensive cologne mixed together. Val was holding Angel to the couch, his hand held tightly around his throat. Angel was already covered in bruises and small cuts, smashed glass and pills scattered around the dressing room.