Resident Evil: Hell Rising

Chapter 2: Checking In

At the Hotel, business was slow...as usual. Charlie paced around the floor, impatiently waiting for someone to come give Redemption a chance. All the while, Husk was asleep at his bar, Niffty was busy cleaning and Vaggie was starting to lose hope they would ever get a client in here...

"It's only been days, yet I'm starting to think this whole thing was a bad idea.", The manager said to herself.

"I wouldn't say such things out loud, Miss Vaggie." Nifty told Vaggie. "Miss Charlie wouldn't like to hear that even her manager is losing faith."

"Well, at least you believe, Niffty."

"Uh...technically, I don't.", The maid admitted. "But, Mr. Alastor is paying me a fair wage to keep working for you two."

"Ugh! This is hopeless. We are never gonna get a client."

But, just as she said that, there was a knock at the door."

"I'll get it!", Nifty yelled out.

Rushing over to the door, Niffty opens it to see a male demon with green skin, red eyes and hair, monstrous feet and fangs. Despite he rather terrifying appearance, Niffty can't help but crazy the moment she sees him...

"Ooh! A man! And a handsome young one at that!"

Steve was caught off guard by how quickly the one-eyed demon moved around him, as she in one spent at a second, then in another spot in another second.

"Noble features, nice looking hair, questionable clothing but that can be overlooked."

"Uh...thanks?, Steve took as a compliment. "Look, I was just hoping to check in, if that's possible."

"Of course! Give me one second! MS. CHARLIE! WE HAVE A GUESS!"

Steve plugged his ears upon hearing how loud Niffty was screaming, but then straightened himself when he saw who could assume was Charlie.

"Hello! Welcome to the Happy-I mean Hazbin Hotel!", Charlie said happily. "Have you come to give Redemption a chance?"

"Yes, actually. I'm Steve. Steve Burnside."

"Well, Mr. Burnside, I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay here while we work on your rehabilitation!"

Never did Steve expect this from a demon. To him, Charlie seemed more like an angel...a beautiful one at that. Perhaps it would be best not to question, should he risk saying something offensive...

"...Are you sure you're a demon?", He asked. "Cuz, you...seem more like an angel."

He almost instantly regretted saying that, but fortunately, that remark made Charlie laugh a little...

"I guess I do, don't I? Maybe I get it from my dad."

"You dad is an angel?", Steve asked.

"...Fallen Angel, but I digress.", Charlie said, not comfortable with talking about it. "Anyway, why don't you sign in and we'll get you situated?"

"Sure."

With that, Charlie hands him a clipboard and pencil as Steve starts writing stuff down on blank areas. Vaggie looks at Steve, glaring a little when Charlie walks over to her girlfriend.

"Can you believe it, Vaggie? We finally got ourselves a client! Things will be looking up from here on out!"

"I don't like the look of him.", Vaggie immediately said.

"Oh, Vaggie. Don't be like that.", said Charlie. "He's already shown to be nice."

"Too nice! What if he's working for someone?"