it’s been a month since the Hazbin Hotel’s battle with Adam and his exorcist angels. now, a bunch of sinner are crowding the hotel trying to check in because they got the impression that its whole purpose is to kill angels and fight back against Heaven. a mass of reporters with big cameras and microphones are crowding Charlie, who still isn’t over Sir Pentious’ death in the battle.

Charlie: she’s backed up against the front desk, trying to make herself loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the huge crowd. no, this is not the “angel killing hotel”! this hotel’s focus is on redemption and getting into Heaven!

Reporter #1: Charlie, what moves are you planning against Heaven next?

Reporter #2: And has every resident of this hotel killed an exorcist angel?

Reporter #3: what sound does an angel make when they die? and should i divorce my wife—

meanwhile, a smaller crowd was huddled around Niffty, praising her for being the one who killed Adam.

over at the bar, the other residents of the hotel are gathered around it.

Husk: he’s been grumbling about how none of the reporter demons payed their tabs.

Vaggie: she’s leaning against the bar counter, watching Charlie anxiously. you think she needs any help?

Angel: he’s sitting on the bar counter while his pet piglet Fat Nuggets gobbles the peanuts meant for bar patrons. oh yeah, big time. but ain’t that your job, Smiles? they all look over at Alastor.

Alastor: he’s siting on a barstool a few seats away from Cherri, his never-faltering smile growing wider at Angel’s words. should i? yes. will i? no. do i enjoy being difficult? most definitely!

Husk: he scoffs, then hands Cherri her drink. what about you, huh? shouldn’t you help out now that you’re a part of the hotel?

Cherri: woah there, pussycat, i just hang here. i ain’t got a room or nothing.