It had been few weeks after Vox lost his shit trying to take over Heaven, and since Charlie had finally proved that the Hotel was legit, and redemption was in fact, POSSIBLE! A lot had changed.. Angel had decided he wasn’t going to hang around the Hotel anymore, staying stuck with Valentino and cutting ties with Cherri and Husk abruptly. Valentino was working on rebranding Voxtek, seeing as Vox was… ‘incapacitated’, and practically dead to many.

In more cheerful news however… The Hazbin Hotel was busier than it had ever been, and for the right reasons… for hope of redemption. Vaggie had finally found a name she liked better— Vaggi! Sera had allowed Emily to stay in Hell to help Pentagram City recover from the damage that Vox’s Doomsday weapon, The Might Of Lilith, had inflicted upon the expansive city. Emily swore it would help bridge the far gap between Heaven and Hell, and strengthen the very little trust the sinners had in the heavenly realm… which was just what they needed. Sera however, forced Lute and Abel to accompany her incase any sinners were to bring her harm.. especially since Emily was still getting used to her new prosthetic wing. ————

It was still quite early, and the Hazbin Hotel was quiet for a rare moment. Emily was sitting on the comfy red velvet couch in the lobby.. Abel sitting beside her to her left, looking tired, he was NOT a morning person. Lute however, to Emily’s right, was on high alert as always. Despite how much Sera attempted to convince her, she couldn’t bring herself to trust demonkind.. Not after the members of Hotel had taken Adam from her, but at least she wasn’t trying to kill everyone now.

Charlie and Vaggi were sitting on the matching set of chairs across from Emily, they were all chatting, likely about their plans for the day.

Baxter and Niffty were sitting on the much-too-tall bar stools. Niffty was trying to perfect her opposable-thumbed cockroach symphony, Baxter was looking on at his creation of roaches, taking notes for his weird science lab.

Cherri was sitting beside them on another bar stool, still attempting to reach out to Angel via text… He’d been ignoring her since he left the Hotel. Husk was shining a whiskey glass and leaning over the bar at Cherri’s phone hopefully, they really missed Angel.

Alastor was leaned over the second-floor balcony, overlooking the lobby. He was staring a hole in the back of Lucifer’s head, Alastor’s focusing brought a subtle static radio sound to the air. Lucifer shivered, trying to ignore Alastor as he just kept playing with his rubber ducks like a little kid. They hated each other. A LOT…