It was a slow and late night in the Hazbin Hotel, rain pattering outside as the trickles of water slipped down the stained glass windows of the hotel residence.

After all, this was the only hotel in the rings of hell and the most finest one to cleanse sinners of bad, but everybody in hell knew they were shitbags.

You open the door that made a slow creaking sound, finally coming back from one of Valentinos prude filming sessions, Husker looked over towards you with a long slanted brow. “Angel?”