Y/N sat quietly in the large white limo. Her arms were crossed and she was looking out the window, watching the dreary world go past. She listened in on the bickering of her friends to pass the time. Angel Dust, Y/N's best friend, was sitting beside her. Angel was not like other people. No one down here was.

This was Hell. The place that every single sinner goes when they die. When you came down here, everything you knew goes straight out the window. Even what you thought you looked like. Everyone's appearance changed drastically when they arrive in hell. Angel was a fluffy white spider and a pornstar. He wore a white outfit that showed off the large amount of fluff on his chest. His gloves were a vibrant pink and covered his four hands. He wore dark shorts and dark thigh highs to match. He was in the process of being bitched at by Vaggie, a Spanish demon.

Vaggie had grey skin and exceptionally long white hair that covered where one of her eyes should be. In its place was a large pink X. Vaggie's eye had a pastel pink sclera and a light yellow iris. She had a large pink bow in her hair as well. She had on a white dress with two dark grey x's on the chest. One sleeve fell down her shoulder and exposed a grey shirt underneath the dress. She finished the outfit all off with long grey gloves and mix-match thigh highs. Vaggie was here because of Charlie.

Charlie was the Princess of Hell. She had a white shirt covered by a red suit. Her black pants complemented the style greatly. Her pale white skin was accented with her rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair perfectly matched the colour of her eyes. Charlie was trying to fix the overpopulation problem that Hell has. She was opening a place called the Happy Hotel, a place to rehabilitate sinners. That was where Y/N and Angel came in.

Angel had decided to help one of his friends with a turf war. Something that happens yearly after each extermination. Charlie and Vaggie had been at a news station advertising the hotel and talking about how well Angel and Y/N had been doing when they got the report that Angel had been helping with the turf war. Y/N, on the other hand, was busy trying to help Angel with some of his customers. Obviously, the interview was ruined and Angel was being scolded for it by Vaggie.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" Vaggie screamed, pulling some of her own white locks out of her head.

"What? I owed my girl buddy a solid, isn't that a redeeming quality? Helping friends with stuff," Angel said in an unenthusiastic tone.

"Not with turf wars that result in mass genocide!!" Vaggie retorted back. Angel continued to bicker with her as Y/N got lost in thought. She played with some of her H/L, H/C locks. The ears on her head twitched. They were the same colour as her hair. Her long, fluffy white tail flicked every once in a while. Y/N was a wolf demon. A powerful one too. Though she preferred physical fights, she was capable of using extreme magical powers as well.

No one liked to make her angry.

She stared out the window until they finally reached their destination. They had arrived at the old run-down building that was Charlie's Happy Hotel. They walked in without a word. Vaggie sat on the couch and grumbled to herself, Charlie went and sat on some nearby boxes, Angel grabbed a popsicle and started licking it, and Y/N leaned against the wall by the check-in booth. She always preferred to watch rather than do anything remotely social.

Angel walked over to her and sat down on the booth's small counter. They all said nothing. Y/N watched as Charlie grabbed her phone and walked outside. A few seconds later she came back and slumped against the door. Y/N felt a pang of sympathy for the Princess though she didn't show it.

A knock resounded on the door. This certainly peaked Y/N's interest. Charlie got off of the door and looked at it as the knocking continued. After some hesitation, she opened the door. A tall man stood in the doorway. His skin was a sickly grey. He wore all red attire that looked like it came from the 1920's or 30's. He held a long pink cane that held a microphone at the end. His hair was poofy and very red with black along the tips. Two tufts of hair, that Y/N could only assume to be ears, pointed upwards and were black-tipped like his hair. His face was the intriguing thing to Y/N. He had very sharp yellow teeth in a wide smile. His eyes were three different shades of red and looked like they could see through anything. A red-tinted monocle was placed on his left eye. He looked down at Charlie past his pointed nose.

"Hel-," he was cut off as Charlie slammed the door. She looked like she didn't even believe that the man was there. She opened the door again.

"-loo!!" he was cut off yet again by Charlie, once again, slamming the door.

"Uh, hey Vaggie," she called. She began to make her way over to the couch where Vaggie sat.

"Yeah?" she asked, not looking up.

"The Radio Demon is at the door," she made a gesture to a forced smile as she said his name.

"What!?" she screamed. She sure seemed to do that a lot today.

"What should I dooo?" Charlie panicked.

"Well don't let him in," Vaggie replied. Charlie looked back towards the door. Stupidly, she made her way back to the door and opened it.

"May I speak now?" the Radio Demon said. Y/N stifled a laugh.

"You may," Charlie said calmly.

"Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite the pleasure!" he said quickly and cheerfully in a voice that sounded like it was being played straight through an old radio. He marched his way into the hotel, leaving Charlie baffled.

"Excuse my sudden visit but I saw your fiasco on the picture show! And I just couldn't refuse. What a performance! Why I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Haha! So many orphans," he laughed. Y/N couldn't help but be entertained by his words. A sudden spear was held to his throat. Vaggie had her weapon against Alastor's neck but he didn't seem to care. He simply smiled as Vaggie complained.

"Stop. Right. There," she threatened, muttering Spanish curses under her breath," I know your game, and I'm not going to let you hurt anyone here! You pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!"

Alastor giggled and lowered Vaggie's weapon casually.

"Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would have done so already," he smiled and spoke threateningly. His eyes had momentarily turned hostile and his pupils became radio dials.

"No! I'm here because I want to help!" he continued. Y/N almost burst into laughter. He seemed to notice but didn't make any sort of move. He continued to talk about how he wished to help Charlie for his own entertainment. Vaggie seemed to give up and returned to her couch. Angel and Y/N walked over to meet her there. Angel then spoke up.

"Sooo, what's the deal with Smiles over there?" Angel asked. Y/N looked at Vaggie curiously too. She also had no idea who this demon was.

"Wait, you've never heard of him before? You've both been here longer than me," she stated. The two demons just shrugged at her.

"The Radio Demon? One of the most powerful demons Hell has ever seen?" she tried.

"Mehh, not big on politics," Angel replied. Vaggie sighed.

"Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell. Seemingly overnight, he began to topple Overlords who had been dominate for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him... The Radio Demon. As lazy as that is. Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure: He's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of with we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!" Vaggie narrated the entire story out for Y/N and Angel.

"You done?" Angel chuckled. "He looks like a Strawberry Pimp". Y/N laughed with Angel and gave him a high five. Alastor noticed our laughter and a dark shadow cast upon his face when he looked at the two slutty demons. It didn't bother her though. She was used to getting dark looks from other demons. He was no different.

Vaggie had gotten up and was speaking with Charlie away from the rest of the demons in the hotel. Alastor had walked to a case and was leaning against it, inspecting his claws. Charlie's confidence seemed to suddenly grow as she marched back over to him.

"Okay so, Al, you're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke. But I don't. So I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached," she reasoned. Alastor twirled his cane around.

"So it's a deal then?" he held out his hand as a green light filled the area and a strong wind tried to push all the demons back. Charlie hesitated for a moment.

"Nope! No shaking. No deals. I- hmm. As Princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I uh hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire," Charlie stuttered. Smooth Charlie, very smooth.

"Sound fair?" she questioned the Radio Demon.

"Hmm, fair enough," he smiled as his cane disappeared. He started humming and looking around the messy hotel. Angel and Y/N had made there was back to the check-in booth. Angel was sitting on a chair and Y/N was inside the booth leaning against the counter next to Angel.

"So where is your hotel staff?" Alastor questioned Charlie.

"Uhhh, well..." she trailed off. Alastor looked over at Vaggie who was glaring daggers at him. He chuckled and adjusted his monocle.

"Ohoho, you're going to need more than that," he started to make his way over to where Angel and Y/N where. Angel winked at Y/N before Alastor started to speak. You knew he had something planned so you listened intently.

"And what do you do, my feminine fellow?" Alastor asked Angel, obviously ignoring Y/N for whatever reason.

"I can suck your dick," Angel smiled. Alastor's face was priceless. Y/N had to turn her face away and cover her mouth with her hands to keep from snorting aloud.

"HA! No," he finally answered and quickly walked away.

"Your loss," Angel said smoothly. Y/N had bit her lip so hard to keep from laughing that her sharp teeth had pierced the flesh and started to bleed. She didn't mind, however, she loved the taste of blood. She was so busy trying not to laugh that she missed whatever Alastor had said next. She had looked up to see him holding an ash-covered form. That certainly threw her off.

"This little darlin' is Nifty!" he introduced and dropped her to the ground. She stood and revealed her pink and yellow hair, her single yellow eye, her sharp teeth, and adorable little outfit. She was very short. She only came up to Alastor's hips.

"Hi! I'm Nifty! It's a pleasure to meet you all. It's been a while since I've made new friends. Why are you all women?" she quickly spoke in a high pitched voice," Are there any men here?! I'm sorry that's rude. OH MAN, this place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch. Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense. OH MY GOSH, THIS IS AWFUL!"

Nifty sped around the room as she spoke. She even had picked up Charlie at one point. Y/N couldn't help but be amused by her. Especially how she called Angel a woman. She continued to race around, cleaning as another voice was heard.

"Ha, read em' and weep boys. Full- woahhh. The hell? What the fuck is this?" A cat-like demon had appeared out of seemingly thin air. He had markings all over him. Hearts, diamonds, and other poker-related things. He also wore a lovely black top hat with a red ribbon. He turned and saw Alastor.

"You!" he pointed a single claw at him.

"Ah! Husker, my good friend! Glad you can make it," Alastor said in a cheery tone.

"Don't you Husker me, you son of a bitch. I was about to win the whole damn pot!"

"Good to see you too."

"What the hell do you want with me this time?" Husker complained.

"My friend, I'm doing some charity work so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services. I hope that's okay," he said in the same cheery voice.

"Are you shitting me?"

Alastor seemed to think for a moment.

"No, I don't think so!"

"You thought it would be some kinda big fucking riot just to pull me outta nowhere! You think I'm some kinda fuckin' clown?!"

Alastor smiled before replying.

"Maybe."

"I ain't doing no fuckin charity job."

"Well, I figured you'd be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment! With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you!" Alastor made his way over to the booth. For a split moment, Y/N saw bright red deer prints on the soles of his shoes.

"Don't worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming. If you wish," the Radio Demon moved his arm and a bottle of cheap booze appeared on the counter. Damn. Need to learn how to do that. Husker marched over to the counter.

"What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?" Husker grabbed the bottle off the counter and glanced at it," Well, you can". He started drinking and made his way behind the counter.

Of course, Vaggie immediately saw this and argued it. Y/N and Angel tackled her to the ground.

"SHUT UP! Shut! Up!" Y/N and Angel said. "We are keeping this."

Both demons made their way to lean against the counter seductively.

"Hey~" Angel cooed.

"Go fuck yourselves," Husker grumbled.

"Only if you watch us~~" Y/N replied. Both Y/N and Angel, however, moved away when Charlie decided to greet him. The ecstatic demon Princess was amazed by the things the Alastor had done. Vaggie was much less entertained.

To all of your surprise, Alastor started to sing to the tune of what Charlie had sung during her botched interview. He gave everyone a new outfit that matched his 1930's persona. He even dressed Y/N up in a hat, a fur scarf and slapped her on the ass. She didn't take too kindly to that and proceeded to growl at him.

"They'll spend a little tiiiime, down at this Hazbin Ho-" he was cut off by an explosion that blew the door off. The door then proceeded to smack Nifty and send her flying backward. As much as Y/N felt bad for the small demon, she was trying not to laugh once again. They all peered through the hole the explosion left to see Sir Pentious's blimp thing.

"HA!" the snake laughed as he stuck his head out a window. "Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped FREAK! We meet yet again, Alastor."

All of you turned to look at him.

"Do I know you?"

Pentious was caught off guard by the retort. It was hilarious and Y/N found herself holding back laughter for the fourth time since meeting the Radio Demon.

"Oh, yes you do! And this time I have the element of SURPRISE!" he laughed as his machine fired up to shoot something at them. Alastor snapped his fingers. Something about the atmosphere changed immediately. A large portal of sorts appeared underneath the machine and pitch-black tentacles came up out of the ground and grabbed the ray gun. They threw it into a different portal before continuing to destroy the blimp thing.

Y/N knew that this whole display of power should have been terrifying, but she merely found it impressive. After all, her own magical powers were close to his. Finally, the machine exploded. Alastor had a very pleased yet malicious smile, Y/N looked impressed, and the others looked baffled.

This continued for a few seconds before Alastor piped up again.

"Well, I'm starved! Who wants some Jambalaya?" He asked as he started making his way back into the hotel, everyone eventually following behind. "My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her! Hahahaha! You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Ohoho! I'm on a roll! Yes sir, this is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now, stay tuned!"