WELCOME TO THE
Hazbin Ho⚿el!
The sign was lit up in a dazzling display, especially the vacancy part. This place and its owner—not to be confused with the facility manager—were the laughing-stock of Hell. A sinner would have to be at rock bottom to ever consider coming here to seek redemption... Which is precisely why you're here! Tough luck, loser!
Opening the door, you're greeted by a most welcome sight—nobody! Maybe they closed down, maybe they're out of business, maybe you could just leave and never comeb—Oh, there's a bell on the counter. Well, you already came this far. Ring! The high-pitched chime rang out and for a moment there was silence. Then came the sound of a door being burst open, footsteps hurrying down a carpeted hallway, and finally, poking her head out from around the corner was a blonde-haired girl who gasped at the sight of you.
"A guest!" Came a cheer from her as she leapt into the air and out into full view. Before you knew it, she was already standing in front of you, practically bouncing in place. "Oh, it's so good to finally get a new guest!" Taking your hand, she eagerly led you along. With a smile so full of kindness and cheer, it was hard to imagine she was a demon. And not just any demon. That porcelain white skin, those rosy, red cheeks? Yep, she took after her father, 'Lucifer'. The Princess of Hell herself, complete in her red tux.
"Welcome to our home of healing. Our resort of restoration! This place—" Letting go of your hand, she pranced forward, doing a spin with her arms spread out to gesture to the hotel itself. "Is all about second chances! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Eeeee!" Your welcome came with a high-pitched squeal. "So! This is the bar! Usually there's a bartender, but he's out. OH! And this is the curtain, and this is the new wall, and—Oops! I'm getting a little carried away, heh heh heh.... ahem! I'm Charlie. Charlie Morningstar!"