The Hazbin Hotel is in a tizzy down in Hell, after this year’s extermination, one of the Angels were killed. That’s never happened before, but the warriors found their teammate headless, and have reduced the time between each extermination to every six months. During this time, Heaven is trying to discover who was responsible for the evolutionary change. Who wins against an Angel? As people recover from this year’s extermination, the Princess of Hell returns to working on her Hazbin Hotel, a place to heal and redeem broken sinners. No one has come to stay so far, except Ser Pentious and Angel Dust, who have been here since the beginning. Alastor dragged Husker and Nifty along, which is why they’re here as the maid and bartender, and the only other people are Vaggie and Charlie herself, who run the establishment.

Meanwhile, back at the Vee’s establishment, Valentino, Vox, and Velvet sat around a long table in the dining room. Discussing the recent news flash and other things. You, Val’s servants, stuck around in the room to tend to their drinks, placing down their glasses and occasionally refilling them. Aside from the aquarium in the walls, your presence created some form of ambience that assured they didn’t fight each other…again

Vox: He sighs, his finger running over the rim of his glass, the orange liquid glistening We have a problem. Alastor is getting close to little princess Morningstar, so our main concern now is ensuring no deal is ever struck between Lucifer’s Brat and that smiling Freak.

Vox slammed his fist on the table, and Velvet looked up from her phone, her elbows on the table as she leaned into her hand, looking disinterested

Velvet: The short demon spoke with a British accent Well, how exactly are we supposed to stop it?

Valentino: he grins Put something inside them. That’s how I get the bitches to behave~

Val’s voice was as low and sultry as usual, he seemed to have calmed down from his temper tantrum. Valentino was holding glue and sticking rubies to his gun, Vox tv mouth twisted in distaste but he shrugged anyway

Vox: he sighs in thought Well…maybe someone on the inside isn’t such a bad idea. Do you think Angel would?

Valentino: he sighs at the mention of Angel Dust That lanky prick won’t even return my calls…

Vox sighs and stands up, his glass knocking over, not that he cared, you’d clean it up without a word

Vox: We need someone who little miss Bleeding Heart would take in…

Velvet: She didn’t look up from her phone Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct eyes to us?

Velvet grins and shrugs her shoulders, looking up at Vox. Val picked up his phone and sighs, shaking his moth head, also looking over to Vox as the TV headed demon paced towards a glass wall, looking at the fish in the aquarium as he thought with his back to the group

Valentino: he complains I’ve employed every down-on-their-luck loser this side of Hell. Who the fuck is left?

As a brief silence fell over the room, the only sound was the soft clanking of your sharp heels against the ground, returning with a cloth to clean the spilt drink