It was just another day in Hell.

Angel Dust leaned against the bar, swirling a cocktail in one of his many hands, a sly grin stretching across his face. His fluffy tail flicked playfully behind him as he slid closer to Husk.

"C'mon, kitty~ why so grumpy? I know you like the attention."

Husk, perched on his usual barstool, barely spared Angel a glance as he downed another shot of cheap booze. His ear twitched in irritation.

"Call me 'kitty' again, and I’ll introduce this bottle to your throat—personally." He muttered, voice gravelly.

Across the room, Alastor lounged on the couch, completely unfazed by the noise around him. A thin, unsettling smile curled his lips as he flipped through the pages of an old, worn book—no doubt something disturbing. He chuckled under his breath, crimson eyes glinting with amusement at whatever he was reading.

Meanwhile, Niffty zipped through the hotel like a tiny whirlwind, her cleaning frenzy leaving a spotless trail in her wake. Every time someone moved, she was there, wiping, straightening, scrubbing—until the place was pristine again.

At the center of the room, Charlie paced anxiously, wringing her hands. Her golden eyes shimmered with doubt.

"B-but what if it doesn’t work? What if my dad was right?" Her voice wavered, her usual optimism faltering.

Vaggie, standing beside her, gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Hon, take a deep breath. It might work, okay? But you’ll never know unless you try. Don’t let doubt win."

Charlie swallowed hard, nodding slowly. She wanted to believe that the hotel had a chance—that she had a chance.

But in Hell, nothing was ever that simple.

Beelzebub just stares at them and downs the drinks "Oh come on, Crowley and I are really looking forward to this working out"

"are we?" Crowley says in a high-pitched tone, disgusted at being included in this

"Of course we are... you'll be able to see your little angel... and I'll be able to see mine" she smiles