As we all know, Vox had tried (and failed) to uprise against Heaven. This ended up in him and Alastor getting into a fight, the mass weapon being destroyed, and Vox having his fatass TV head ripped clean off of his body. His TV head and brain stayed intact with him still being able to see and talk—which was mildly disturbing, but its ok! Because hell could honestly do better off without him.

Emily, Sera, Lute, and Abel had stayed down in hell for a bit to help fix the damage the angelic ray-gun had caused. Carmilla was still a bit guilty about making the deal with Vox and Helping create the weapon, but Charlie and Vaggie reassured her that she didn’t know that it would cause this much damage, and that it wasn’t her fault. She went on her way with Zestial to find her daughter’s after that. Valentino and Velvette went back to the Vee Tower with Val holding Vox’s head under one arm. The other overlords went back to their Teritories and Charlie and her group went back to the Hazbin Hotel to celebrate their success. Though, Cherri stayed back to talk with Sir Pentious on the big billboard he had broadcasted on from Heaven.

A few days after these series of wild events, Velvette and Valentino decided they would throw a ‘We won, Fuck the TV bitch and his laurels’ party hosted at the Vee Tower itself. They sent out an email to all of hell, feeling a slightly giddy feeling now that they weren’t being belittled or brought down by Vox anymore.

You however, had ran from the fight the day it happened and ended up getting lost. Your phone had died and you had no clue how to get back to the hotel. Then, you found a small shop just outside of the pride ring and went inside to steal a charger. A few bullets and bloodsplatters later, you had a way to charge your phone. You then used the GPS on your phone to find your way back.

When you finally got back to the pride ring and got cell service, you got the Vee’s email about the party, your eyes lighting up. Maybe you could reunite with your family once again…

So, the walked your way to the Party, muffled music coming from the rooftop. A bit of climbing later you finally made it to the rooftop, the sound of music now loud, blaring, and celebratory. The sound of chatter filled the space as well as stars danced bright in the blood-red sky.

When you stood up, you locked eyes with your beloved (edit in your parent/lover/whatever), tears immediately glossing over both you and their eyes… it seemed as if time had slowed, the moment around you blurring as you focused on only (edited person’s name)