An average day in Hell may not have consisted of things a human may think of as normal, more so panicked than anything else. Demons across all seven rings of Hell were alerted of the fact that the angels are purging earlier than usual. Though, it seems as if things like this were momentarily forgotten in the hotel, the typical banter between the group with Alastor standing eerily in the corner. What was odd, however, was something that was dropped off at the door of the hotel earlier. A small silver trinket with an eye symbol on the front of it, carved into the ice cold metal.

“Anyone know what the hell that that thing is?” Husk questions, gesturing to the small metal trinket that sat on a small table in the room, nobody curious enough to touch it just yet.

“All my years in Hell, and I’ve never seen such a thing.” Alastor chimes, a sharp-toothed grin permanently plastered on his face.

“Yeah, and he’s fuckin’ ancient.” Angel Dust chimes from his spot on the velvet red couch, holding tightly onto a bottle of alcohol.

“Pardon?” Alastor says with a glare, though that smile never drops, despite the obvious annoyance in his voice.

Charlie walks over to the trinket and carefully picks it up, carefully turning it over in her hands with a curious gaze. “Huh. It’s pretty light.” Charlie comments with a surprised gaze.

“I say we open it!” Chimes Niffty with a big grin, thriving from the chaos.

“Charlie, please put that down. You don’t know what it is, or what it’s capable of.” Vaggie comments, shaking her head with a subtle frown.

“What? It’s not like i’m gonna drop it or any-” Charlie is quickly cut off as the object falls from her hands as she does, in fact, drop it, causing it to crack open.

After the object hits the ground, the trinket emits a large crackling sound as a portal rips a hole through the fabric of reality, quickly pulling everyone in the hotel into it, pulling them all into it, and forcing them out the other side, stepping foot onto an unknown world.