hazbin hotel comic

Part One

Charlie POV:

I spent my whole life trying to exterminate wickedness and evil. The afterlife is not what I would have guessed it was back in 1997. But, I am nothing if not stubborn. My goal is to create a utopia in purgatory.

However, people aren't all salvageable. Some go insane, kill others or themselves, and most give up on morality. It seemed absurd that you could die twice until I witnessed it and watched someone's soul dissipate into their place of death. It's still absurd but more gruesome than I imagined.

There is a surprising amount of order in this realm, there are overlords (like politians), who are elected and maintained through elections, their jobs could be anything from selling products, making shows or even engineering weapons.

I worked an overlord, called Rosie, and saved almost all of the money I made for over 20 years.  I met thousands of people who stopped caring about doing the right thing and provided them with more harmful products. Rosie is a cannibal. Everyone I shipped to was a cannibal. Finally, I was given an offer from a frequent client. He asked me what I wanted in death. I told him my dreams, he smiled, and he offered me his assistance. I accepted and we made a deal. He will protect my business and I must be loyal to him. All that means is that I can't publicly disagree with him. Nothing non consensual. Finally, I bought a rehab centre and hired staff to work there. I have to be careful of who I keep under my care. There are lunatics everywhere.

                                                                                                  A Few Months Later...

"Charlie? Who is this yuck?" Alastor imquires. He points to a dusty painting of a man.
"Alastor... that's my dad." Charlie awkwardly retorts. Sensing the tension, Alastor slid through the walls to who-knows-where.

Charlie glances at Angel-Dust, predicting his attempt to smuggle drugs into his room. Much to her suprise, he hands it to her willingly. A faint Australian voice approaches the entrance, progressively becoming clearer. Cherri.
"ANGEL! WHERE ARE MY DRUGS?" she screeches. Charlie mutters something about girls in their 20s.
"I don't fucking know!" Angel apprehensively answers.
Cherri stomps over to him and shakes him by the shoulders with every syllable. "Where. Are. My. Drugs."

Charlie reaches the entrance. Alastor sits on the office chair and spins himself around; he sings a song from the 30's that clearly wasn't in English. Charlie leaves and Alastor's ear twitches harshly.

As she walks down the street, she bumps into a TV man. Visibly paler, she apologises. He gives no response or acknowledgment. Her eyes follow him uncontrollably.

After some much needed consideration, she follows him. He calmly and professionally swings the door of the building Charlie just left. Alastor slips under the door and to the lounge.

"Hey- um- Vox?" Charlie attempts.
"Fuck off." Vox spouts. She loses interest and leaves.

Alastor sat on his couch. Alone. He slouches and relaxes (but still maintains) his grin. Vox finds him but doesn't reveal himself. To avoid being seen, he leaves and waits for sundown.

Agonizing hours pass and Vox returns to the front of the building. He stands outside. Talking to no-one, he mutters "I'm going to kill you, old friend".

Thanks for Reading! I might continue this story- idk tho. Felt cute- might delete later ت