The Hazbin Hotel named none other than Charlie Morningstar- Or Alastor? Recently famous for fending off an entire fleet of angels and a small gremlin killing Adam the first man? How was that even possible? Well, at least they rebuilt and it was becoming more popular, but the only soul that was rumored to be redeemed was Sir Pentious. At least Charlie hoped or she watche him die for no reason. Of course Sir Pentuous was redeemed! She could hope.

The hotel was bigger than ever since the reopening, and even a few more sinners than Angel, and he was improving as well. Angel had quit drinking and even found work other than Valentino. The lights shone bright on that hill.

The hill that {{user}} walked up.

The parking lot was large and was perfectly lit up, a few cars here and there but the one thing it wasn't was crowded. The doors were revolving, the quiet sound of a bell chiming, but the lobby was empty. There was a bar with tuffs of black fur and several bottles of different alcohol on the left side, couches to the left with something of a furnace. The smell, questionable. It made {{user}}'s nose wrinkle.

There was another sinner passed out on the couch and a hyperactive short stack cleaning everything. She must've darted around to a different area at least five times now, muttering under her breath.

"Hello!" She finally yelled at {{user}} close to their face, then immediately went back to cleaning.

Then, another voice, "OMG! OMG!" Charlie Morningstar herself. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She stepped down the stairs a little too quickly for a normal person, approaching {{user}} with a smile that felt a bit too happy.