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"The P in my name stands for Princess, Prince and Patience. That's why it's not there."
Cherri Bomb laughed as Angel Dust spoke. Her best friend really had a wicked sense of humour. They were in Angel's room, in the palace.
Cherri was amazed to find out that Angel was a princess. The first time she'd met him, was when she helped him hide from the guards. She had thought Angel was some sort of bad guy, but he was revealed to be the princess, trying to hide from his responsibilities. Another thing that surprised Cherri, was that Angel Dust of Pride, the largest sin city in Hell, was genderfluid. Obviously, she liked and acknowledged Him, or sometimes Her. But it was a surprise nonetheless. It had been almost 10 years since then. Cherri smiled at the nostagia.
"Toots? Ya listening?" Cherri jolted at Angel's fine accented voice.
"Hm? Nah, What d'ya say?" Angel sighed in amusement.
"I said, I'm getting a new bodyguard. Travis signed in his two weeks notice yesterday."
"Oh? Why?"
"His wife's giving birth, and they want to move in with their family. Thing is, their family lives down in Wrath, near Imp City."
"Oh. Well you'll see him when you go visit the royals there. So who's the new guard? How old-" Cherri gasped. "Have you seen him? Is he cute or hot?"
Angel laughed. "That's what you're worried about?"
Cherri flipped her pink hair dramatically. "Fuck yes- I need some new eye-candy anyways."
Angel chuckled again. "Toots- I love ya, but you're a fucking disgrace."
Cherri grinned. "Thanks!"
A knock interupted their lighthearted chatter. A manservant came in and smiled and waved, before scurrying off to get the laundry. Angel call out to the short blue-skinned sinner.
"Ethan? Mind you don't forget to get the clothes under my bed, thanks."
Angel and Cherri resumed their chatter as Ethan picked up all of Angel's clothes. Another gentle knock sounded at the door. This time, the door remained closed until Angel called out, "Come in!"
Am extremly short lady-in-waiting came inside with a greeting smile. "Hello Mx Angel. Hello Miss Cherri." (mx is genderneutral miss/ms/mr btw pronouned mix). Angel smiled.
"Hey Niffty, how are you?"
"Delightful Your Majesty. How's yourself?"
"I'm great Niff." Angel turned to Cherri. "You wanna stick around or head home doll?"
"Thanks Angie- but I should go."
"Of course, Ethan!"
The blue manservant paused.
"Yes Your Majesty?"
"Arrange a car for Cherri to go home."
"Yes Your Excellency." He gestured for Cherri, who had quickly followed, talking about hot drivers, before tottering out with the basket of clothes.
Once the two disappeared, Niffty walked up to Angel. She began to help him undress and get into more comfortable clothes for the night. This was her job as lady-in-waiting, and Angel was very fond of the sweet woman. She chattered nonstop as she brushed Angel's fluffy white hair as he brushed his teeth.
"... Charlie and Vaggi arranged their marrige time, I was listening. I think it'll be around November next year, when the spring blooms open. I'm excited, they said I could be a bridesmaid!"
Angel smiled as the estatic girl spoke. She was rather short, and climbed onto a ladder to reach Angel's hair. Niffty was babied a lot, and Angel was always glad for her when she told him about the times people respected her. Once the final strands were untangled, Niffty put a pink silk cap over Angel's fluffy hair gently, keeping it healthy and soft. It was admirable how much the staff cared about Angel. Niffty tucked Angel in carefully and tiptoed out, switching the lights off. And Angel relaxed, content with his life as a prince and princess, happy and safe.
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A squeaky door opened, and a growling voice spoke.
"All planned?"
An equally deep voice replied.
"It's all set sir. Ready for next year- November."
"Good. We'll see if Arackniss has the nerve to accept the crown after that."
And with a 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘩 the tall man had left.
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Angel fiddled with his pen, bored out of his mind as the clock moved slower than usual. Cherri was fun to be around, but she was a friend. She had no powerful connections, other than Angel, and she wasn't royalty. So she wouldn't meddle it meetings or royal affairs like Angel. Angel spun his pen around his fingers. He bet that Cherri was having much more fun, probably blowing up some place with her infamous bombs.
Around him sat Charlie, ever eager Prime Minister of Pride, second in command to the royal family. She organised things like imported goods, police, hospitals etc, while the royal family focused primarily on war, weapons and major things such as poverty. Although it was Hell, Angel and his family strived to keep it well kept. Next to Charlie was Vaggi, a protective woman who used to be Charlie's assistant. Now, she was Charlie's fiance, and more of a partner in making the desisions. Angel pretended he couldn't see the lovebirds holding hands under the table.
Alastor was there, personally invited because of his wide range of followers and listeners. He could spread information on his radio fast, and he was going to be made Chief of Communications soon, although he much prefered to be called the Radio Demon. Alastor was also very talented at finances, and he was very close to Lucie as a friend. He sat with his cane balanced carefully on his lap, the same, familiar yellow smile present like always.
Further on, there was his siblings, Molly and Arackniss. He loved them dearly. Arackniss was the oldest. He'd become king once their parents stepped down. If the worst ever happened, Molly would become queen, because she was only 11 minutes older than Angel, but still older. Angel didn't mind. He was happy to be a prince or princess and not have too mansponsibilities.
There were a few Overlords as well. Carmilla Carmine, weapon maker extrodinaire. She was downright amazing at fighting and warfare, and she trained most of Hell's armies. Zestial, who was close with Carmilla. Angel always admired the ancient, respectful demon, and Zestial was known to have more than half the souls in Hell under his command. Zeezi, the most fun and forward overlord after Velvette. She was someone not to mess with, as she could adjust her size to become huge. Maestro, calm and hidden overlord. No one truly knew his wrath, since he was always happy and calm around everyone except his victims. Prick and Hatchet, peas in a pod and the overlords who roamed the entire Hell for souls. They were known for their notorious gossiping and country aesthetic.
Rosie was there as well. Out of everyone, she was the kindest and sweetest, like Charlie, someone very sunny. While they both were similar, people inclined to talk to Rosie because of her calm nature, while Charlie often went of into flames of optimism. She was the second oldest overlord, and the least targetted. The woman owned one of the happiest places in Hell, Cannibal Town. Akin to that, Rosie, Lucie and Alastor were the closest of friends, compared to the others, perhaps because of their old timey chatter and sweet yet powerful personalities. Out of all overlords, Angel tended to look up to Rosie more than anyone.
A few guards sat around, as well as Valentino, Vox and Velvette. Those three were extremly rich investors, and were quite the gentleman and lady. Vox owned all the important television and news channels. He and Alastor were constantly working together, much to both of their distaste. Velvette was a social icon. She had almost as many followers as Alastor, and she had fashion lines that the royal family themselves wore. Valentino was a bit lower than his business partners. He had a few shows, but he focused on pornagraphy films. Still, he was highly influencial, and Vox, Velvette and him were a team. So Henroin and Lucie, King and Queen of Pride and Angel's parents had allowed him to attend the meetings and share his opinions.
"So this is basically what's happening. Any ideas on how to prevent the mass atrocious carnage?" Angel's father, Henroin spoke in his heavy Italian accent. Angel fumbled for a second.
"Wait- mass atrocious carnage? The fuck does that mean!?"
All eyes turned to stare at him. Angel was known to swear from time to time, it was quite normal. His mother, Lucie smiled at him pitingly.
"Angel- Heaven is sending down an army to kill sinners every year for three hours, on the 31st of October. Do you have any ideas on how to keep our population safe?"
Angel felt his heart go still. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? Mass murder by Heaven? He felt himself thrown into a tornado of thoughts.
Charlie's sweet voice piped up in between Angel's turmoil. "I think we could make somewhere to redeem sinners. Heaven is attcking because of overpopulation, right? So we send the sinners up instead, maybe we could find the good in sinners?"
Heroin growled. "No. We can't. Sinner's are worthless pieces of shit. Finding good in them is like finding a way to teleport to Earth to kill humans. It's damn impossible."
Angel scowled at his father's pessimistic attitude. He'd always been like this. The only thing he liked Angel for is that he was born last, "No chance for him to become king or queen- or whatever wishywashy LGTBXYZ he's on about," his father spoke about. Angel cut back into the discussion.
"I love the idea of redemption. A hotel maybe? Where sinners can stay and flourish."
And with that, the group broke into an excited talk about the hotel. Angel smirked at his father, face turning red with anger and blending into his old white hair. Henroin tried to cut in, but the group was already discussing names. Charlie continued to insist on the 'Happy Hotel' but even Vaggi had cringed. Soon enough, Alastor propsed a new name, unique.
"Might I suggest, the Hazbin Hotel?" Everyone fell into a short silence, contemplating it. Then, Molly spoke up.
"I think it's cool! Unique too, people will remember it."
Arackniss nodded. "Yes. That's pretty much true, good idea Alastor."
So it was settled. The meeting progressed, and Charlie was put to organising the hotel, since it was her idea in the first place. Vaggi took some of Charlie's Prime Minister reponsiblities, and Alastor, Vox, Velvette and Valentino promised to put ads of the hotel in their movies, shows or broadcasts.
Lucie smiled and announced. "Meeting dismissed!"
Everyone stood up, collected their things and walked out chatting. Angel was about to leave before Lucie called him back.
"Hm? Yes Mom?"
"Angel, your new bodyguard is in the training room. He's been in war, and was the only reason half of the country survived. This was only when he was alive. Once dead, he quickly became an Overlord. Unfourtunatley, his soul got taken by Alastor. There's nothing we can do about it, but Alastor permitted the man to work here, as a knight. He'll act the same as Travis did, following you around and making you safe. He's 27, only 3 years older than you, but very much up for the job."
Angel was surprised.
"War? Only twenty-seven, wasn't Travis thirty something? That's interesting. What's his name?" Lucie smiled thinly.
"His name is Husk."