Quite the turn of events

Chapter 1

Angle dust was sitting in the couch, nifty working around him as he thought of ways to mess with other people in the hotel. It had been a week since the events that had honestly made this place overall bearable. Alastor practically run the place, but Charlie let him with a smile. After all, what he was doing could bring sinners in, and if they came in, she could work towards redemption. But angle saw the way the guy looked at her, there were times he stood back for Charlie, but he watched her in entertainment each time, as if each slipup was some amazing event in his own story.

But each time Charlie followed alastor around, discussing plans. Angle found himself jealous, wanting alastor to just say something to him, but each time he spoke it came out wrong, sexual. He was sure by now alastor hated him and his fluffy guts.

He looked down, fiddling with the lace of the couch beneath him with a distant expression, deciding to retrack his mind to where this couch could've been, what it could've gone through. It could've been the very item someone died on, or an item to kill someone. It could be a pretty comfortable place to fuck on, but who in this hotel would he even fuck? He shook his head, fixing his hair. He wasn't planning on doing anything on the damn couch! Fuck!

He sighed, laying back onto the couch as nifty came over sweeping the floor. The neat freak had made multiple rounds around the hotel already, but apparently spotless wasn't enough. Heck, just to try and keep her occupied once angle had shown her his room, she had spent a whole day in there and honestly had become really quiet towards him since. He didn't bother saying anything to her, not like she'd speak back anyway.

That's when there was a knock at the door. Angle dust took a glimpse around the room, no one in. that was strange but he was in a hotel where people thought redemption was a thing. He stood up and walked over to the door, opening it and looking around before down where there was a small mouse like demon, holding a huge gift package up to him but not saying a word, he looked around outside before slowly taking the package thanking him gratefully as would be expected of someone at the happy- no, hazbin hotel before closing the door, the present was somewhat light in angles hand, allowing him to believe it wasn't a severed head, the most common kind of welcome gift in hell.

He placed it down on the table, one of hie other hands tugging the note off of it to read, he had to close his left eye but he could make out the words 'enjoy your day'. and that was all he needed, lifting the lid of the box to reveal six chocolates professionally tucked into the tissue paper. Angle dust lifted an eyebrow, yes this was a hotel for redemption, but after the stunt he pulled and the interview would someone really take this place seriously? Especially after the announcement of alastor being a co-owner here.

His brain didn't bother questioning it much more though. Unwrapping one of the chocolates and slipping it into his mouth as he would literally everything. Yes, Even a dick. as he tried to read more of the note. But the longer he tried the less he cared. The chocolate strikingly sweet, the taste of strawberry escaping the chocolate, catching him off guard with a slight excitement, strawberries were extremely hard to find in hell. And it was one of the few things he missed from his past life. Then it hit him.

If he gave one to alastor, would this mend anything he fucked up previously? With an exited leap out of the couch. One hand going to grab the gift while a second got the lid. His third holding the wrapper to the one he ate. Yes, it was hell, but he wasn't going to litter in a place where he would probably be the only one they blamed.

He got to alastor's room without much issue, guessing the radio demon had gone to bed early. But it was five, and that seemed stupid. But this was hell, fuck everything.

Angel lifted his hand, gently grazing his knuckle on the door before he went to knock. Almost immediately before he could knock though the door was open, the red haired cold skinned demon stood before him. At least a head taller. Just enough that he towered over angel from this angle, causing him to need to look up at the other demon. Angel reached the gift out to alastor. Trying to get him to take it "uh- a peace offering to you" he told alastor. But alastor continued to just watch him, staring blankly down at angel as if he were thin air. Before his slim. Long fingers curled around the present and took them from angel's grasp. Blinking softly as he waited for angel to leave. Or probably for him to say a sex joke of some sort.

The silence tempted angel but he wasn't fucking up this far into the mission. He was going so well, so far through. He nodded to alastor slowly. Smiling up at him with a wide toothy grin. And for once? Angel could swear alastor's grin grew wider, his eyes softening as he nodded to angel. Closing the door as he retreated once more. Angel letting out a sigh in relief. The smile fading within seconds as he swung around and walked into his own room opposite alastor's. despite the fact that this was a hotel, He had taken the liberties to paint his door pink already.

When he got into his room, he shut the door behind him. Barely making his way out of his jacket before collapsing onto the bed with a pathetic flop. Letting out an annoyed and fatigued sigh. Rolling over so he was face up on the bed. Ruffling his chest fir before pulling out his phone. Holding it to his head as he listened in to his voice mails. A couple hundred it felt like of Charlie calling him mid work, asking where he was and if he'd be back before dinner. But there was one or two amongst them. A few on coworkers asking if he wanted to assume roles in the latest porno scripts that were currently in development. Each one making him grumble. He wanted to but that'd upset Charlie. He'd lose his free room and all chance of trying out a job under alastor. If he could just charm the guy into giving him one in the first place.

But then came the most difficult message to listen to. His past boss, valentino. "angel~ all can be forgiven you know. You've screwed up with the hotel I assume. You always have your place here. And its been so lonely here, your coworkers aren't any fun~" he whined, angel gritted his teeth, tucking his legs up to his chest as he listened on, just valetino's voice had him feeling like shit "unless you can bargain with me in some way. Open connections or something to a demon of good use~" angel went tense. did he mean Charlie or alastor? Either way he wasn't going to help valentine, but he couldn't reply to him. If he did then valentino would find something.

His screen suddenly rang, his ringtone making him jump as he looked at the screen, confused when it was another new number, expecting a client he sat up and leaned into the head of the bed, answering "this is Angeldust, I do pri-" he was immediately cut off, a voice that ran shivers down his spine "private what? Dicks for brains"

that was his father, immediately he tried to loosen up, leaning back into his bed as he tried to grin. But it came out wrong, not like henroin could see "oh? Is dad actually paying attention to his favowite son?" he teased, his father growled as he said "stop wearing your hat to the turf wars, you refused the mafia" angel forced a laugh, hoping to stain that it didn't sound in any way nervous. "I'm in a different kind of mafia dad, aren't you proud? I've essentially got aracknis' place"

"if you've got any braincells left after all those drugs you'll quit, drop your act and come back" his father said, immediately hanging up. Angel collapsing into a laying position again, watching his phone as he moved it opposite him on the bed, as far as he could push it. Before letting his body relax again, stroking his chest fir to calm himself down as he slowly drifted off. His sleep dreamless even if he had the drugs earlier that day. But he didn't let himself worry about any of it