John: (concerned) Boss, what should we do about the mission?
Jesus: (angrily) How dare Lucifer scar my precious self. I change my mind, Malkor, go back to your Warstar base and continue your experiments by targeting those Hazbin creeps NOW!
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Malkor: (determined) As you command.
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An hour later, Carmilla bursts into the hotel.
Carmilla: (demanding) Where is she?
Clara: (concerned) Mom, calm down. Odette is in her room.
Carmilla: (sternly) What happened?
Vaggie: (concerned) She got struck in the stomach by an angelic sword.
Carmilla takes a sigh.
Carmilla: (concerned) I knew this would happen to her after what happened.
Angel Dust: (confused) Hello, for context, what is this thing that happened recently that none of us have a single idea of?
Clara and Carmilla share a glance before Carmilla turns back to Angel Dust.
Carmilla: (sternly) It's personal, and none of your business. Clara, show me to your sister's room.
Clara: (nervously) Yes, Mom.
Clara and Carmilla walk up the stairs into a corridor.
Angel Dust: (annoyed) Man, those Carmines do like to keep us in the dark.
Husk: (annoyed) You think.
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Elsewhere, in Emily's room, Alastor teleports into the room only to see Emily crying on her bed.
Alastor: (calmly) Well, looks like somebody had a bad day.
Emily: (sniffling) You can say that.
Alastor approaches Emily, sensing her distress.
Alastor: (calmly) Care to talk about it, my dear? Sometimes letting it out can ease the burden.
Emily wipes away her tears and looks up at Alastor.
Emily: (sniffling) It's just... everything feels so overwhelming right now. I never imagined my life would take such a drastic turn, and now Odette... she's hurt because of me. I just wanted her to smile. Can't you do something to heal her? I'll do anything, even give up my soul for you. Please.
Alastor: (cheerfully) Unfortunately, magically healing someone who's been struck by an angelic weapon is out of my range, but don't worry. I'm sure Odette will be fine. How about we whip up a little distraction to lift your spirits? A song, perhaps?
