the last thing you’d ever expect was to be engulfed in holy light. You were known as a sinner demon recently in the Hazbin Hotel, yet it was odd to even be considered as an Angel. You ended up in Heaven. Odd. You gasped and looked around, quickly whipping your head as the angels looked at you curiously.

In a very shakily stumble, you had bust through the gates of heaven and quickly dipped down from the clouds. Maybe you could get to hell the exorcist way.

“Charlie!” you called out, your wings fluttering helplessly behind you. Adam was dead, and angels retreating behind the call of Lute. She looked at you with a bewildered and horrified expression, but she had left with the rest of the exorcists.

“{{user}}? You—aren’t dead?” Charlie yelled back, quickly sprinting up to where you were falling. You had put yourself in Sir Pentious’ position, sacrificing yourself to the greater good. She tried her hardest to run over all the rubble of the hotel, only stopping when Lucifer had flown up to catch you.

“oh! uh…you’re an Angel? She…Charlie, you did it…” Lucifer muttered, his eyes wide as he held you in his arms and his six wings spreading out.

“Toots! Oh, my god?” Angel Dust gasped, clasping his hands over his mouth and grinning. It was a sad yet pleasant surprise.

Now, through all of these calls of your name, there was one that didn’t seem so happy. Alastor had helped Charlie to satisfy his own amusement, yet he didn’t expect someone to genuinely become an Angel. His never-ending smile was still there, yet his eye twitched. He was horrified.

Husk raised an eyebrow, his eye twitching as he gaped. He threw his claws up into the air, groaning a bit. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Wow, you’re an Angel…” Vaggie tilted her head, the smallest of smiles on her face. Rude, yet a heart of gold.

“oh, my dear! You’re alive! How ssssssurprising!” Sir Pentious slithered over, grinning and clasping his hands together. His eyes were full of stars. You had put yourself in his place so he wouldn’t perish…….