You are John Aenon a demon of light, who currently serves as the newly vetted Priest for the Hazbin Hotel. Mere hours ago, you fell and awoke upon a pile of corpses and were blessed with the sight of an angel.
Blessed with an abnormal yet undoubtably holy appearance you’ve been gifted by the caring grace of God. With the ability to make sinners repent with a touch you seem to have the opportunity to change the endless war torn landscape of Hell forevermore.

Currently you stand before a checker-boarded table, with two powerful demons who await your answer, an answer of war. Busts of the apparent Lords of Hell grin menacingly at you. To wage war, it goes against all that you stand for. But...you wouldn’t be killing them right? You’d simply make them see their ways and they would...

The image of an imp slashing his own throat cradles itself in your mind. Your breath hitches causing the halo above your head to make a rather ugly sounding wheeze.
Your eyes trail over to the teen sleeping on the couch. The one that you were barely able to save. Would others be hurt like her?
“Ah, I see that our dear cadaver is tongue-tied.” Alastor chuckles with mild amusement. Charlie looks at you with a sympathetic glare.

“I get your reluctance, but ever since we opened up the attacks have gotten worse. Nobody’s going to come here if it’s attacked constantly.” Your boss pats your marrow back.
“And you likely hit the hornets nest either way. Word travels fast down under, I make sure of it. The Lords will know of you, and they will either want this morsel for themselves or burn it.” Alastor informs you with a rather cocky look on his pale face.
“I know it’s a lot, but your our chance to actually redeem sinners! We have a chance now.” Charlie insists with a warm smile. Her eyes are blood red, yet shine with an innocence, with hope, she truly believes her words. And so do you.

Looking over the statues of the Lords you come to a decision of who to go after first. Lord help you.
—————-
>Valentino, the moth sinner who has a grudge against the hotel, due to keeping Angel off the streets. Controls prostitution and various sexual products.
>Vox, A TV headed sinner who controls all media. Seems to have a history with Alastor. Is warned to be quite powerful.
>Sir Pentius. A snake who prides himself on being evil. An inventor who is apparently a bit of a wildcard. Controls nothing, yet.

>>5513394
>Vox, A TV headed sinner who controls all media. Seems to have a history with Alastor. Is warned to be quite powerful.

Nice to see this one back.

>>5513394
>Valentino, the moth sinner who has a grudge against the hotel, due to keeping Angel off the streets. Controls prostitution and various sexual products.
Was a bit torn between either trying to make Sir Pentius an ally or going against Valentino, but Valentino seems to have it out for the hotel. The sooner we deal with him the better.

>>5513394
>>Valentino, the moth sinner who has a grudge against the hotel, due to keeping Angel off the streets. Controls prostitution and various sexual products.

In the name of the LORD let us do his work.

>>5513394
>Valentino, the moth sinner who has a grudge against the hotel, due to keeping Angel off the streets. Controls prostitution and various sexual products.

Good to see you again Seraph DM, let's hope this new thread is as fun as the last one!
PRAISE THE LOOOOOOORD!

>>5513394
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93tm5cJXa4w
i guess its time.
>Valentino, the moth sinner who has a grudge against the hotel, due to keeping Angel off the streets. Controls prostitution and various sexual products.
but first
>Escort the young lady home you cannot in good Conscience let her walk the streets alone after what happened, and we will need to explain why there child is suddenly a different color partially

>>5513394
>supporting >>5513501

>>5513501
While I agree with taking her back, would it even be possible to do that? I don't know much about Hazbin lore but isn't the place where Octavia lives not allow sinners from the Pride Circle?
I'm guessing she would need to stay in the Hotel for a while at least, as we figure out how to get her back.

>>5513501
I'll support this, but it would be best to call her parent first. If we can do so, maybe we can ask her parents for any information on the warlords in pride, or see if they can tell them to stop attacking us?

>>5513501
>+1

>>5513501
It's a nice idea, but it's not possible, sinners are confined to the Pride Circle

We can escort her to the gates of the circle, at best.

>>5513630
yeah but we do need to learn if thats the case if they do not live in pride near lucifer

>>5513674
Octavia's reaction last thread should be enough to make Aenon realize that her family doesn't live in the Pride Circle.

>>5513674
Pride is for Sinners and Lucifer only, pretty much. The majority of actual demons like the imps and the hellhounds and the whoever-the-fucks live in the other circles.

>>5513507
>Support

>>5513708
>>5513678
You know the rules and so do I, but not our priest,
a full commitment's what I'm thinking of keeping it completely in character and you will not get this from any other guy but perhaps we are exempted from some rules due to our status and if we fail and die whats the harm we are a immortal fly in a bug zapper, I just wanna tell you how I'm thinking, Gotta make you understand.
Intent is important we will do good despite the struggles we cannot simply run around and desert her we cannot let her down, and this fleshes out the character and world building in one while building up contacts in high places down below

Happy new years sinners

>>5513501
+1 to this

>>5514231
Same to you anon! Couldn't hope for a better crew of degenerates to quest with!

>>5514034
>You know the rules and so do I
>a full commitment's what I'm thinking of
>run around and desert her
>cannot let her down
You're doing this on purpose aren't you?

But seriously I'm starting to agree. It's good to at least have our guy know about what society is like here in hell.

>>5514231
Hope you have a good one as well!

>>5513501
Support

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Wordlessly you pick the statue of the pimp, you look into it’s still gaze. Even as a mere mineral it felt as if it’s gaze was dirty. If you were wearing clothes your positive they’d be undressing you. He’s attacked this place merely for housing an employee of his. His men were willing to injure and possibly kill a young girl just to make a get away. It disgusted you, but so did many things since you’ve been down here.

“Valentino, we go after him first.” With a thud you slam the bust back onto the checkerboard.
“Please stop making so much noise...” Octavia begged from her injury couch. You glance at the injured youth form the eyes lining what would be your nape.
She seems distraught with clear bags under her eyes, she meekly looks at a broken object in her claws and lets out a sigh laced with the angst of teenage years. However recently being shot and waking up in the apparent “Slums of Hell” probably elevated her stress a tad more. Hopefully you could help her back home, where ever that is.

“Good choice. He’s been pulling an utter tantrum ever since the spider decided to leave his web.” Alastor moves away from the table and tapped your shoulder with his microphone cane in an attempt to bring the spotlight back to him.
“Valentino’s place of operation’s are rather spread out, and finding where he is at a given time is simply a matter of time.” The fawn eared host said with a smirk that radiated confidence to an almost sickening degree.
How does he not have lockjaw from smiling for so long?
“So here is my moxie filled and wonderfully orchestrated plan for FINALLY butchering the utterly spineless boot licker.” Alastor let out a small bow as if to impress an invisible crowd.

“When am I going home?” A voice of desperation brought whatever partial whimsy that Alastor built up for himself to fall to the ground with a dull thud.
The poor girl looks ready to cry. You made your way over to the one who you snatched from deaths embrace. She flinches as her savior looks over her, before he takes a knee to look her in the eyes. This simply seemed to unnerve her more.
“Where is your home, child? You seem to be quite far from your sanctuary.” You ask with the usual ethereal reverb.

“I-I live in the sloth circle, I came here by complete accident. And...” Octavia held up what seems like the bottom half of her phone which is caked in now dry blood. You don’t want to tell her it’s her own but she probably already knows that.
“My parents are probably...actually they probably don’t even care that I’m gone. I’m just a heir to them anyway.” Angst Avian drops her quarter of a phone to the carpet.
Sloth? Pride? Ah, Dante’s inferno.
So each ring is livable, does that mean they are akin to countries or states? Is this ring special in some way then?
“How did you travel here by accident?” The real brain scratcher makes its way out from your gaping maws.

>>5515568
“I used my dad’s grimore. While I wasn’t in...the best state of mind. I’m not adept at magic, and I was desperate. I made a portal to get away from the sounds of screaming and broken vases.” Octavia puts her arms over her face whilst laying down once more.
“Everything was on fire when I stepped out, immediately I was approached by a bunch of odd looking demons. They pulled a gun on me and...Oh, fuck.” Her voice suddenly became cold. She suddenly springs up as a realization hits her like a ton of bricks.

“I threw the grimore at a bunch of sinners.” The words spilled out of her mouth as if they were made of stone.

Within a second Alastor was suddenly beside you and next to the girl.
“Where was this, young lady?” His voice is uncharacteristically cold.
“How should I know I was running for my life! They were drooling when they say me I wasn’t staying there!”
“And your brilliant response was to throw one of the most powerful objects of power in hell towards a bunch of rubes? You realize your stuck here until you find it correct?” Alastor said in an almost scolding tone.
More disappointed than angry as if he’s sad that such power was simply thrown away.
“Get off my back!” Octavia screamed at the red demon. Once more he smiled, did a small bow and walked back towards the table, glancing at you as he did so.
Tears are welling up in eyes, her feathers seems bit matted. Charlie looks on with a frown.

You don’t know much about Hell but you know plenty about people of all walks of life who once entered your confessionals. Parents were a big issue no matter the age or race.
You sit cross legged beside the watery eyed teen, much to her dismay.
She seems ready to yell at you however you speak before she is able to do so.
“I’ve met parents who are as you say, or so they seem. Plenty of them lose their only child either by tragedy or distance.
And all they could tell me was how much they regretted not being there for them. For not loving them.” You place a hand on her without thinking. She recoils at your touch, but doesn’t fight much more beyond that.
“Loving someone who doesn’t seem to love you back is one of hardest things you can do. But whatever is said whatever is screamed. Know this, none of it is your fault, and it never will be.” Octavia doesn’t respond, she simply hugged her legs to her chest and stared at the odd demon.

“Parents can drift apart, til they no longer recognize one another. They spew venom which corrodes years of love in but an instant. Maybe it’s ones true colors it’s hard to say, but no parent would ever celebrate their child being missing. Not ones worth loving anyway.” You give her a pat on the back and stand back up.
“Your not alone, child. Great graces will happen, Terrible troubles may follow. But I swear to God, I’ll bring you back home safely. And your parents will welcome you with open arms.”

>>5515571
You do your newly learned “Eye smile” at her, she whimpers and falls back to her couch. She stares at your back as you walk back towards your posse.
Charlie gives you a thumbs up, Alastor doesn’t seem to care.
“Now then onto the plan that-

“Whew, nothing like the feeling of wood polish rubbing against the ol’ walls.” It’s almost biblical how a single sentence uttered from but one man can smother the mood of the room instantly. You almost welcome it, Alastor’s eye twitches from behind his monocle.
“Why can I never escape my dad?” The owl whines from across the room.
Angel Dust walked down the stairs as if what he uttered was a socially acceptable way to announce ones presence.
“So what’d my fine ass miss?” The spider of elastic holes said while standing next to the group.
“What’s the deal with oversized board game pieces. Or are these just moderately sized butt stuffers?” He says with a chuckle, your brain hurts.
Alastor slams his hands on the table.
“WE!...Dearest gentlemen and lady. Are going to scour Club Hell 666 for info on Valentino’s-
“Hell 666....Fuck yeah let’s torch the joint!” Angel’s face lit up.
Alastors grin is trembling he seems to be reaching a breaking point with all the interruptions.
Well, the choice is yours what should you focus on as of now?
———————
>Ask Charlie about ways to get Octavia back to her home.
>Go with Angel’s plan, You want to get this done quickly after all.
>Listen to Alastor’s scheme, he looks like he’s gonna explode if he gets interrupted or ignored again.
>Write-in.

>>5515573
>Listen to Alastor’s scheme, he looks like he’s gonna explode if he gets interrupted or ignored again.

>>5515573
>Ask Charlie about ways to get Octavia back to her home.

>>5515573
>Listen to Alastor’s scheme, he looks like he’s gonna explode if he gets interrupted or ignored again.
And after we listen to it:
>Ask Charlie about ways to get Octavia back to her home.

>>5515581
>support

>>5515581
>support

>>5515581
+1 this, but we should try and look for that book so Octavia can return back home with it. Better it in the "right" hands than the wrong hands, plus it would make her return all the more nicer.

>>5515573
Still not sure why she's so afraid of us. Maybe we should do something nice for her like make her a light snack! Does hell have anything to make ponut butter with celery sticks, or PB&J's? or would she prefer a grilled cheese?

>>5515573
>Listen to Alastor’s scheme, he looks like he’s gonna explode if he gets interrupted or ignored again.

>>5515573
>Ask Charlie about ways to get Octavia back to her home.

>>5515663
all priests i know male or female are pretty good bakers and cooks or are fun and have puppets

>Ask Charlie about ways to get Octavia back to her home.

Guys what about the book?

>>5515573
"sorry Mr Alastor for these interruptions its rude that we do not let you say your piece do continue"
>Listen to Alastor’s scheme, he looks like he’s gonna explode if he gets interrupted or ignored again.
>"this young childs magic grimore we would need to retrieve to not leave in the hand of those who would abuse it without limit, such as falling into the hands of these overlords"

You ever wonder if alastor broadcasts himself in the radio in hopes that someone would actually listen to him?

>>5518072
That's kinda sad.

>>5515589
Yeah support
sounded like Octavia met some cannibals
>>5516240
whoever has them would definitely cause a ruckus

>>5518171
fuck that's the wrong post
This >>5515581 is what I want to support

>>5518072
He probably has better ways to do it but it's funny to think that.

Apologies this took so long, car breaking down mixed with having to get to family events took up my head space for a while. Should be smooth sailing from here on out.
————
Seeing the obvious anger bubbling up within the only person in the room with an actual plan didn’t bode well. The last thing you need right now is having him storm off, or cause harm to others. Especially with an injured innocent here.
You nudge your boss’s shoulder, Charlie turns to you her face showing mild worry at the crimson demons mood. However another more important task is in your mind.
The demon suddenly lets out a shaky sigh, he gazes upon his audience who now have their eyes on him, good.
Adjusting his tie, Alastor begins a rather long winded introduction, seizing this divine opportunity you decide to ask Charlie something before he gets into any important details.
“Where do we drop off the girl? Is there a train we can take or something?”
You ask the mime unsure of how travel beyond basic locomotives work in the underworld.

“That’s the problem. Nobody can leave the Pride circle once they’ve entered. Exception to certain royalty.” Charlie looks over to the now sleeping teen.
“But it requires specific objects of power, such as a grimore handed off by Mr Goetia!
Problem being...that she’s lost it, so she’s gonna be sleeping over for a bit.” Charlie said in a hushed voice.

“So, this grimore. It’s a key?” You ask in a similar manner trying to keep your chorus to a barely audible echo.
“It’s a book containing powerful knowledge. Only the magically gifted can even decipher it. If you were to try and make a regular portal out of here without one of my dads many ‘surprises’ will meet you upon casting it, which are various tortuous spells. You ever seen someone’s eyes turn into fire ants? It’s SO messed up.” Charlie shudders at the unpleasant memory.
“What about cars? Or perhaps her parents could come pick her up?” You ask listing off ideas from your faithful mind.
Charlie shakes her head
“Sorry John, without a book her parents would be stuck here too. I’ll see if we can call them or something when she wakes up.” Charlie finishes with a reassuring smile, you nod returning it.
The sudden raising of an grandiose voice snapped your attention back to the plan maker.

>>5519102
“-Bouncer taken care of you’ll have easy access inside. Remember the quiet part doll’s, because Valentino is jumpy, if he is there he will bounce at the second trouble shows itself. The moth knows when to not go toward the pretty lights.” Alastor explains, looks like you missed a part of the supposed plan. Well it was probably nothing too important.
“Angel, you will make a false announcement about making your grandiose return to his establishment.
Fake tears saying you missed the place and it’s lovely people, the whole shebang. For a while you’ll make your usual rounds round the establishment planting various bugs across the club while doing so. I’ll be able to hear the place inside and out....unfortunately.”
He does a twirl of a trained ballet landing on his tipped red shoe, a golden microphone stand is pointed directly at your eye-face.

“Then, dearest Johnny boy will be our newest high paying customer, lucky you will get all the lap dances and personal shows your heart desires. I want you to touch as many of those girls and guys as possible. His hideout will become our’s within a single night.”
He slams his cane on the floor causing a loud thwack the reverberate throughout the room.
“Sounds flawless doesn’t it?” He smiles with pride. Your unsure if this...you’ve never been to such a club before.
“I....don’t wish to indulge in such actions.” You say with a reddening face.
Alastor smiles widely.
“Oh? Are you afraid of a couple of poor souls trying to make a living. Afraid you’ll be tempted?” He laughs at you, as per usual.
“Don’t worry about the money John! I’m giving you my Dad’s card! He’s loaded!” Charlie’s smiles and hands you a pure red debit card with an imprint of a Morningstar on it.
“Strippers take debit?” You ask a bit surprised.
“Every dance or sexy conversation had is a transaction. It’s easy to bleed dumbasses dry with debit to put them in debt.” Angel explained with a wave of his gloved hand.

Two antique looking rotary phones materialize on the table with a puff of red smoke.
“These beauties is how you’ll bug the place.” Alastor grinned, you and angel looked at the old gadgets for a moment.
“Dicklet these don’t fit with the theme of the club whatsoever! It’ll stick out like herpes!”
“You’ve succumb to enough brain rot as it is dearest striped stripper. Anything past the 1930’s is a waste of technology.” The Radio host explains knowing full well that this will simply make things harder.
“Besides these will peep on all of the conversations going on in the personal nooks and crannies of his territory.” Whilst he talks you and Angel inspect the red and gold gilded rotary phones. They are pretty unwieldy, your supposed to bug a room with something this big?

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>>5519110
“Smiles, I get that you hate convenience, but what the fuck? These things weigh as much as a toddler. And I’m not a great babysitter.” Angel mumbles.
“Now’s not the time to talk about delicacies Mr.Dust. I just ate after all.”
You hope that the demons implication of cannibalism is a joke.
A sigh escapes you whilst you look upon the red demon in disappointment.
“Any-who, you two have a task tonight will be the last of Valentino’s depravity.” A honk suddenly pierced the conversation dead.
“There’s your ride I doubt that even Angel can muck this up. Stick to the plan and I-We we take down Valentino in no time.” With that Alastors opened the front door for the two of you. Charlie gives your thumbs up as you leave, she’s sitting near the sleeping teen. At least someone else is worried about the girl.

Both you and Angel make your way to the crunched up limo.
Angel crosses their arms as they sit on the seat across from you. He still seems to have ill opinions of you. You hardly spoke to him after all.
Your driver slurs over the speaker of the car.
“Were going to the club! Fuck yea!” A undoubtably drunken voice yells throughout the vehicle. Ordinarily you’d be terrified of the possibility of a car crash. But you have faith, faith that you will make it there safe. At a strip club, possibly full of naked women, and men. Drugs even, you let out a shiver.
The duo of demons both hold onto the antique phones in silence that is only broken by the sound of gravel on rubber.
After about a half hour of awkwardness the limo comes to an abrupt halt.

Blue lights shine through the windows of the limo there it is in all its glory. With a tall looking bouncer in front of the doors. He looked like a Minotaur, wearing all leather. And not just jackets. You feel gross all of a sudden.
“So, I was zoned out for most of the ego splurge leaving the crimson fucks mouth. What do we do first bone’s?” Angel asks whilst lounging across from you.
You sit there silently and twiddle your thumbs whilst looking downward.
“Your fucking with me right?” The spider deadpans. His frown turns into a smile.
“Nice! That means I have an excuse to improvise~”
“Let’s burn this place to the fucking ground.” Angel Dust says with a smile.
Your rest your elbow on his shoulder, in an effort to stop him without cleansing the spider.

What do you do?
———————
>Approache the bouncer with confidence alongside Angel.
>Ask Angel about his hate for the place.
>Look for another way in, maybe Angel knows a back door?
>Indulge Angel and give in to violence.
>Write-in

>>5519122
>Approache the bouncer with confidence alongside Angel

>in my defense I was worried about our little lost fowl

>>5519122
>Ask Angel about his hate for the place.
>"I myself don't care for such establishments, but I'm certain we don't share the same reasons for the mutual dislike."

>>5519124
That write-in is practically begging for another 'pedophile' jab from Angel.

>>5519122
ok deal with the bouncer and beware of quiet gimps
the moment we get inside angel make noise and a distraction and peacefully convert everyone there in the stripper club while not risky enough for mothman to bounce
Wait a minute are we bait?
>Approache the bouncer with confidence alongside Angel

>>5519132
+1

>>5519124
The pedo jab from Angel, while unwarranted, is too funny to pass up. Funny for us, disaprovabl from our priest.

>>5519132
+1 to this my guy.

>>5519124
+1

>>5519122
>Ask Angel about his hate for the place.
>Look for another way in, maybe Angel knows a back door?

Don't you people think just walking there with angel might be a tad too sus?

Especially after valentino saw us tank holy bullets? I doubt he's going to believe that the weird-ass indestructible holyman suddenly decided he wants to go to a whorehouse while angel is conveniently returning

>>5519445
It's why I want to sneak in.

>>5519460
Yeah, sneaking seems like it would be an better option.

We have the ability to turn others to our side, right? We should just find some workers, convert them,and then use them to get inside. What we want to do is basically give everyone the baptism treatment, yeah?

>>5519469
It's part of Alastor's plan, and the one I agree with.
It's the whole An gel returning and us faking being a customer and I doubt would work, after all the Fly did. Also he might have told Valentino about our "mind control".

>>5519473
Yeah, it seems doubtful.

Maybe if we were an normal-ass sinner we could have passed it off as angel being a degenerate freak and leading us astray, but that's not the case, we're a literal heavenly abomination that can tank holy bullets

>>5519122
Perhaps with my eyes i can say i am just here too watch or that i am looking for my genitalia as i appear to have non, perhaps i get sorted in the feminine category due to my smoothness and nakedness lets see what vocal range we have.
Perhaps we can go in and say we are here to do "shower" on people

>>5519478
The plan wasn't to pretend to get a job, it was to pretend to 'become a customer'

And that has a problem because valentino probably knows about us. Otherwise, it's just as simple as alastor's idea of getting 'lap dances' or something and using the opportunity to tag the whores.

>>5519482
After last thread Valentino will definitely recognize us, and a few other's might too.
Alastor's plan had something to do with keeping quiet and trying to have a low profile (the latter is more implied) while bugging the place with clunky 30s tech. But these things will be impossible without extreme luck, given Aenon's appearance (and that he might be recognized) and Angel probably not following the plan.

>>5519500
His plan would be reasonable...if we had an way to disguise Aenon. Good luck doing that, though.

>>5519501
Maybe if we can scrounge up a cloak we can sneak in through the front, we can even say something about our body being for the merchandise if anyone gives us trouble

>>5519507
It's not our body that's easily recognizable though, is it? It's the angelic eyes.

>>5519508
Frankly the entirety of us is odd we're a one winged half skeleton with a head full of eyeballs and a halo for a mouth. Which is why I specified a cloak because I'm hoping the hood would obscure our face.

>>5519508
Don't forget the halo our choir-voice speaks out of.

>>5519512
That's not too odd in hell, where you have people with different voices, but like i said, good luck hiding out angelic eyes. Even our skeletal body can be ignored, but not the eyes.

>>5519514
Throw a big ol tattered rag with holes over the head and halo just disgusting bulbous head perhaps we can figure out how to speak with one voice.
>>5519482
Dont think i suggested getting a job but i guess either way there is fucking

>>5519711
Using clothing seems like a general must

>>5519510
Its more like we are missing the top of our head so our throat is a giant mass of eyes or our head is upside down?

Well, regardless of what we actually use, we are agreed to use clothing BEFORE we stroll up to the club with angel, right?

Though it may be wiser to just do it ourselves instead of with angel, since he might be sus.

>>5519122
>Write-in
Knowing that kids can be born in hell, or possibly sent to hell, lets keep an eye out for any kids to take away from this place of sin. Pedo's get the ban hammer.

>>5520024
>Knowing that kids can be born in hell,
Only demon kids can be born in hell. There wouldn't be any here in the Pride Circle.

>>5520043
Could you explain?

>>5520193
Sinners can't have kids, they're just fallen souls. They also don't die to non-holy weapons.

Demons, those being Hellhounds, Succubi, Imps and Goetias, reproduce naturally and can get killed by pretty much anything, they're basically normal people who age and die and have kids.

Sinners stay in the pride circle, demons stay out. Pride circle is basically just where the souls of the damned are.

There are no kids in pride circle because there literally can't be any. Even that kid who got killed in the questionably cannon helluva boss pilot was outside the pride circle.

>>5520203
It always sounds off to me about this
There are eight other circles of hell with varied cities and society where many demons born and raised that's probably doing a productive life than a sinner multiple times in there life but if you look in the social hierarchy sinners are rated higher than them
A Fucking sinner that makes up less than 1/9th of hell's space and what have they doing?
Did they produce 90 percent of shit for them constantly?

>>5520203
>>5520352
This is some neat fucking lore. So that means we really saved our little owlet friend's life. Good for her! I was kinda confused as to if our new midget demon friend was a native or came down here, but I guess I know the answer to that now. But this does make we wanna know if Charlie is a native to hell or not.

>>5520370
I think she is. She's literally Lucifer's daughter.

>>5520370
> is a native to hell or not
Of course she is she is Charlie morningstar

>>5520352
Oh they have modern tech and more advanced they make and have extremely powerful magics and abilities stuff like probably some crackhead whos has crack dandruff like crazy

>>5519122
>Look for another way in, maybe Angel knows a back door?

really hope this isn't dead

Uh oh QM you alive buddy?

Welp, my tablet that I write on is now so out of date that it can’t do basic features anymore. I’ll try to update from my tablet when it occasionally works but my IP may change here there since I may have to use my old PC. I had to copy all of my notes onto it which took a while and I had to fix said PC at a relatives place.
NOW it should be more consistent if I don’t get another kick below the belt from life.
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“In my defense I was worried about the young one. She’s scared and lost in a place where violence reigns.” You explain, towards the unamused spider,
“A priest thinking about children. How surprising.” Angel Dust said in monotone with a roll of their eyes. A layered sigh of annoyance leaves you, walked right into that one didn’t you?
“Whatever I’m burning this place to the fucking ground anyway so mr radio’s little idea doesn’t mean jack.” Angel motions to move out of his seat. Such a vile tone filled his usually playful voice. Anger made form pain. The Invader’s of the Hotel spoke of Valentino.
“Why do you hate this place?” You ask, the spider pauses as their top set of hands touch the doors handle. They plop themselves back down on their seat.
“The fuck do you think? I work here and do a damn fine job at it. And like every job my boss is a dick, and not the fun kind.” He huffs, his arms pronouncing the fluff of his chest.

You can see by the defiance in their eyes that this matter was personal, one of balled up pain that has been boiling over for who knows how long.
You know the danger of prying open such a furnace. You’ll remember this for later. But right now you don’t need the one most acquainted with this life style to storm off or spite throughout this task.
“I apologize for bringing it up, I’m here if you wish to talk, about it.” You say trying not to seem pushy on what was likely a sore subject matter. They scoff at you.
“Not stimulating your superiority boner dickless. You gonna ask me to apologize for being born in the mob? For getting paid for doing something I’m great at? Shove it.”
Angel practically spits at you, you don’t see what that has to do with where he works.

>>5524163
“I’m not asking you to apologize but to talk, that is all.” You reassure the mobster.
They simply sigh and shake their head not willing to keep up his verbal assault against someone so passive.
“Whatever, if you don’t want me to turn this place into a junk heap why don’t you come up with a plan? Got any holy plans in that nosey head of yours?” The usual insult doesn’t phase you.
“I think we should approach the bouncer you should be the mouthpiece since I’m...not used to these establishments.” Your voice trials off at the end.
“How am I supposed to introduce a ball-less skeleton with a bunch of mou-Oh wait.
I’ve got an idea to get you in~” A mischievous smile ridges up the corners of Angels mouth. His movement caused the jostling of the antique phone on his lap. Oh, right the bugs.
“So how are we going to hide thes-“

A sickening *Squelch!* echoed throughout the cramped space. In one movement Angel had managed to...Oh dear Lord that shouldn’t be possible. It was there one moment and now it’s gone. He doesn’t even seem phased by the fact that a whole rotary phone is inside of him.
With a smirking expression Angel looked upon your horrified express all of your mouths agape and every eye wide open. Your arms are in the safety cross formation.
“What never seen a man with such elaborate piping before? I know it’s talent.” Angel chuckles at your utmost disgust.
“I’ll be taking this~” And with that angel took the phone from you lap with gloves that must be covered in fluids. You don’t react, just stare. What took a couple seconds felt like an eternity. Two phones inside of him and he looked no different than before.

Traumatized you sit there on your side of the limo, whilst the being simply smiles.
You don’t want to judge, you shouldn’t. But what the actual fuck.
The limo door is pushed open by the spider, you follow trying your best to mentally bleach the memory whilst you leave the vehicle. Blinding neon blue exuded from the building making it hard to miss. Posters of the spider the various suggestive poses litter the front akin to a movie theatre.
Looks like he is quite the attraction here. Seeing how he just shoved two entire things up himself it’s-No, bad thoughts! Good Lord your gonna need wine after this.

>>5524168
A muscular bull is at the entrance, humanoid with a nose ring, and wearing a wife beater with a suit design printed onto it. With his physique your guessing that he’s-

Angel! The fuck have you been? The clientele and Val are getting blue balls over his their favorite Spider being MIA.” A feminine voice left the bull. Your eyes blink in unison.
“Hey, gotta let the rookies have their time in the lime light am I right!” The stripper elbows your bone arm. You take a step away from him. Angel sticks his tongue out at you. You sigh causing a small chorus of very disappointed elderly voices to be heard by the bull.
“What exactly is this thing you’ve brought? Ain’t never seen a sinner like this. Without any holes or poles no less.” The madam spoke with not a hint of shock. Must be used to seeing odd sinners.
Angel waves the lady off. He looks at you with a smile, you awkwardly attempt to return it with your halo mouths.
Immediately Angel slaps your back an utters a betrayal of biblical proportions.
“This Guy here, see that circle above his head? Seven mouths.”
The bull Whistled, the light inside your chest thumps against your ribcage noisily.
You look at Angel who wears a wide grin. The bull now looks at you with a contemplative nod. A variety of emotions fill you, none of them condoned by the Lord.
——————-
>Go along with Angels idea, don’t let emotions take away this possible opportunity.
>Touch the bull quickly, you won’t sell yourself for a scheme.
>Correct Angel and say your a customer.
>Confront Angel, to Hell with appearances whats his deal!?
>Write-In.

>>5524163
>my IP may change here there since I may have to use my old PC.
I'd recommend using a tripcode so that we might know you're the real QM.

>>5524176
>Touch the bull quickly, you won’t sell yourself for a scheme.
>Confront Angel, to Hell with appearances whats his deal!?
Yeah, let's not get corrupted at least not so early on.
I would go with the original plan, but lying is a sin! probably wouldn't work, considering our priest guy probably isn't good at deceiving.

>>5524176
>Correct Angel and say your a customer.

>>5524176
>Touch the bull quickly, you won’t sell yourself for a scheme.
>Confront Angel, to Hell with appearances whats his deal!?

>>5524176
>Go along with Angels idea, don’t let emotions take away this possible opportunity.
This is just a way to get through the door.

>>5524176
>Go along with Angels idea, don’t let emotions take away this possible opportunity.

>>5524247
>>at least not so early on.
>considering playing Lucifer's game and not uprooting the whole system through our virtue
>not wanting to make a church right in the middle of Satan's turf like Peter did with Rome
>not realizing that death was just the first, personal judgement before Big J's Final Judgement
>Not realizing that the negligence and freedom in which sinners live is designed to claim whatever souls would still keep to their faith even in hell.
This anon is neither Christ-like nor foreward-looking.

>>5524402
I'm meming, I actually agree with all that you're saying. But if we're compromised by literally prostituting ourselves (which is implied to happen if we let things go as they are) then our future plans are tainted by machiavellianism.
Christ over pragmatism.

Also who's Big J? Is he a character from the show?

>>5524356
+1

>>5524460
It's J as in Jesus ano no, he doesn't appear in the show.

>>5524356
+1

>>5524356
Supported, This is not cool.

The original plan could have worked...but angel's idea is stupid, this guy is not gonna fake being a whore.

Like, at least if he was faking being a 'customer' he could just shut up and stay sitted while he did his thing.

>>5524176
>Touch the bull quickly, you won’t sell yourself for a scheme.
>Confront Angel, to Hell with appearances whats his deal!?

>>5524176
>"well i am atleast starting as a customer while i figure out.... how to do this.. sex thing, but i am open for hand holding, long emotional talks, therapy...... along with crying and spitting as my bonemarrow is ... moist.

>>5524573
well we can give mugs of "male" tears or pull that chad kid wo hired 2 whores to play videogames with him

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So, either way

When are we getting a shotgun?

>>5525092
When we start dealing with actual demons. Christ was compassionate to sinners and gave them the chamce to redeem themselves, demons however are free game.

>>5525100
Demons are, ironically, better people than sinners in hazbin hell

With demons you have some who are literally just normal people except maybe they're violent, like Moxxie or Millie and her family.

With sinners, literally every single one of them is some brand of fucked up degenerate psychopath.

>>5524176
>Go along with Angel's idea
No need to be too overtly slutty, but this is an actual opportunity to put our purification skills through a little trial-by-fire. As long as they get paid in the end, I don't think Valentino or his goons would give us too much thought. Besides, Angel isn't the only one who can do wordplay.
>"I specialize in religious role-play. Particularly, putting unsuspecting deviants on their knees."
>"By the time I'm finished with you, you won't know whether to say "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." or "Sorry, Daddy, I've been naughty."."
We're not *actually* lying, we just need to pass for the moment. And if we manage to convert some of Valentino's clientele and bring them back to the Hotel with us, all the better.

>>5525212
Buddy, Aenon wouldn't be able to get through a fifth of that phrase without dropping his entire spaghetti

He is, literally, in every sense of the word, pure

>>5525212
This is cursed as fuck. Lets not do that, okay?

>>5525212
I hate this

>>5524356
+1
But only cause the alternative is worse

Fear wells up within your chest. Your breathing is hitched above you. In a brisk movement your blue veined fingers jab the bull on the shoulder. The Bull’s eyes sudden become still and glassy, they fall to their knees near the entrance. Labored breathing takes place of regular breaths, she’s holding back tears.
Your flimsy marrow body is easily pushed back by a pair of gloved arms. Angel looks up at you looking absolutely livid.

“The fuck was that!? The fuck did you do to Beefy!? I had a plan jackass!” Angel yelled at you. You look at them with glare, one filled with a similar wrath. The Bull looked up at you and Angel, trying to make sense of the visions in their head.
“What’s wrong with you?” You growl back, a choir of gruff voices leave you.
“With me? I’m not the one mind controlling someone to feel depressed because I’m too much of a pussy to put an act for a literal minute! She’d have let us in idiot!” Angel jabbed a gloved finger into your ribcage.

“Offering up an unwilling man for sex he did not consent to is a big deal.” You retort your anger bubbling. How did he not see how messed up this was?
“Sucking cock isn’t sex, you virgin! It’s a skill, seeing as how you love to run your little mouth and act superior all the time you’d be a damn pro at it!” The sexworker veteran, spat. Again with the slander upon your profession, is venom all he knows?
You stare down the spider, he does the same. Both of you waiting for the other to either move or do something. A soft whimpering brought you out of your tunnel vision. The bull is grasping at her chest, not willing to cry but a profound sadness still visible in their eyes.

>>5525616
A feeling of shame washes over you, the anger fades as quickly as it once flared. You kneel down, pulling the bulls chin up to look at you.
“What you saw is not torture, it’s another path, one that you can still take.” A sniffle leaves the bull as you speak.
“Beef! Don’t listen to him! He just wants to use you! He’s no better then everyone else in this fucking place!” Angel yells out towards their acquaintance.
“I-I have a choice?” She stammers, you nod. Angel watches on, with look of pain etched upon their white haired face. It was a scene of familiarity to him. One of utter control.

“There’s always a second chance out there for you. And the Happy Hotel is where you’ll find it.” You reassure her, she stands back up, she wipes her eyes with a muscular arm.
“Thanks...I was just about done with this dumbass job anyway.” She smiles at you with shaky confidence. She puffs her chest out, she’s taking this really well compared to the imps.
“Our limo can suit your needs, we will return shortly.” You gesture towards the crunched up limo, the driver is visibly drinking straight gin.
She nods and walks past angel, she grabs the spider’s shoulder.
“Burn that fucking sty to the ground.” Beef commanded. She let go of Angel and continued on her way.

The doorway was now clear, Angel looked back at their retreating friend.
Reluctantly he joins you at the now clear entrance.
“Really, all your missing is his tacky hat.” Angel sneers at you.
You don’t return his anger, it blinded you towards helping one who was hurt. He can hate, you shall not hate him back for it. You know not of their past or pain. But the past does not excuse, it simply explains.

He looks absolutely livid. But you still have a job, you need a plan. You just hope he’ll stick with it now.
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1 one is low 100 is high.
>Stick with the plan, even if it will take convincing. (Roll 1d100)
>Walk through the club and scan the room, see what your trying to bug.
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.
>Write-in

>>5525616
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.

>>5525622
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.
Maybe having him cool off might be safer, but letting him get it out his system is probably the way to go if we don't want to look like a complete jerk to Angel.

>>5525616
Oh shit, debate with femboy later, talk with Ms. Beef now. Let's escort her to the side and talk things out. What sins od the past plague her spirit?

In regards to Angel, it would had been nice if he explained this to us earlier. We would had agreed to the act, if it was only an act to get us inside. How were we to guess his intentions? We are many things, but a mind reader is not one.

In regards to the sex worker occupation, while we dont nessassarily hold I'll will to those who partake in the vice of flesh, or is adultery, and adultery is a sin. It is more forgiving however if one is forced into such an occupation due to desperation and necessity.
Strippers? Kinda okay I guess. Prostitution? No good unless you are very desperate.

>>5525622
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.
Best to nip the problem in the bud. So he sees us as an overlord of sorts? A mind controller of the foulest intentions? We've anything but foul intentions! She clearly still herself.

>"Really, what do you expect from me? To seize the entirety of the Pride circle and subject everyone to my will? To become an iron fisted tyrant? Punish all those I see fit with visions? No, my purpose is to shepard those who have been mislead from his love, to offer a chance in this infernal lands. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.
Ephesians 1:18

>>5525622
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.

>>5525622
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.

>>5525622
>Take a seat and talk with Angel, actually get to know him.

>>5525645
+1 to this write in. I'm sure Angel will find this cheesy as... well hell. It should be fun.

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Your arms push open the blue tinted glass doors, to reveal a house of sin bathed in blue lights. Tables with pink coverings spread out before you in a sea of self indulgence. Every seat filled had someone doing some sort of vile act. Sex out in the open where all can see, not a sacred act with one you cherish. But a mere vessel for momentary pleasure. A show stage takes up most of the club, A giant LED screen takes up the backdrop of the stage, where a woman danced her black heart out dressed in mere strings. Poor thing, to be reduced to this.

Hollers, moans, and screams fill the room, as does a disgusting amount of clapping. Of the single handed variety.
All of them strangers who see each other as nothing more than objects of desire. It sickens you, but also fills you with pity. Beside you the spider makes note of your eyes wincing at the sight before you.

“Poor things, lead by both dollar and desire. It’s saddening to see them willing to waste away their bodies like this.” You lament.
“A priest hating seeing people having a good time? Stop the fucking presses. Plus this all the vanilla shit all the fucked stuff happens in the back.” Angel mumbles, from behind you. His fists are clenched, obviously something is on his mind.
You take a seat at an unoccupied table beside the two of you.

“Take a seat Angel, tell me your woes.” Angel looks at you as if you spit in his mouth.
“Are you fucking serious? We’re meant to bug the place and you wanna talk about your fee-fees?” With jazz hands he mocks your request.
“Your’s specifically yes. I want you to tell me what culminated your wrath against me.” You answer back.
A simple grunt of annoyance is his answer as he reluctantly takes a seat beside you.
Obnoxious EDM poisoned the already fume filled air with its noise. He sits across you his arms crossed.

>>5528303
There were better places, but it’s the best confessional available at the moment. After all the pounding beats made it hard to eavesdrop. As did the other..unsavory sounds.
“What do you see me as?” You ask the dearest stripper as the sound of howling grows louder as some sort of vulgar display was made onstage.
“Another controlling self absorbed prick, difference being that your not honest about it.” Angel rests his elbow on the table with a sneer.
“Why do you see it that way? What do you expect of me?” You hold your hands in prayer formation calmly waiting his response.

“You converted beef against her will, that’s mind rape! You can’t cover that up by saying God told you to or that it ‘helps’ her! Your just another power huffing retard high off of his own status but now you have the magic to back it up.
You’ll use people how you see fit. We’re not objects or children who need help just because we have sex for living! We live! We breathe damn it!”
Angel slams both set arms on the table, he’s practically growling at you.

“Really, what do you expect from me? To seize the entirety of the Pride circle and subject everyone to my will? To become an iron fisted tyrant? Punish all those I see fit with visions? No, my purpose is to shepard those who have been mislead from his love, to offer a chance in this infernal lands. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.” You answer honestly your intentions laid bare.

>>5528308
“And you mind penetrate anyone and everyone against their will to do so. My penetration is consensual.” Angel Dust leaned back in his seat,unmoved by your conviction.

“You speak of your job with pride yet you despise this place. Why is that?” You ask tilting your mass of eyes, the echo of your halo adding nice sounding vocals to the auditory vomit pulsates throughout the club.
“I usually work up front, most try to, but if your good. Well, Valentino might notice, and he doesn’t take no for an answer, let’s keep it at that.” Angel blurts out.
Your mind suddenly comes to a halt. He..forces himself upon Angel.
“Beef, Me, Practically every guy and gal here knows Valentino very well. Too fucking well.”

“I-Im so sorry, nobody deserves to be used in such a way.”
Angel seems to process this for a moment.
“What?” Angel says in mild disbelief.
“You don’t deserve to be treated like a doll, a mere object. You deserved better, and you still do.”
He is silent for a moment before a chuckle leaves him.
“Heh, yeah me too. Now you might get why so many of us hate this place.”
You look over at Angel who is now simply tracing a gloved finger on the table with a frown.

You knew this was hell you know that...forceful sex was a real thing down here, but to hear it so common place. It’s disgusting,
“Beefy deserved to leave on her own terms, she’s been ordered all her unlife and forced to take the bastard’s seed like the rest of us. Last thing I want is for the workers here to be forced into something again.” He looks to you again.
“I’m a prick, an asshole, but not everyone here is. If you really are better than the other Priests out there, let’s torch this damn place, we’ll find the prick eventually.” Angel explains, his ideology seems more sound now. His anger is understandable.

“Even if we did that people would get hurt.” You say
“Only the pricks if we rally the clientele, if you lay off the workers and just take care of the perverts we can get a riot going. The others are sure to join. Then we can tear this place a new one. Trust me some of the regulars are just as bad as that creep.” Angel says with a smile proud to have come up with a plan of his own.

You mull over this for a moment.
———————-
>Go with Alastors plan you’ll have the place soon after it’s bugged anyway.
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims
>Write-in

>>5528317
>Go with Alastors plan you’ll have the place soon after it’s bugged anyway.

>>5528317
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims
This feels like the right thing to do. Jesus drove out all the money changers and merchants out of the temple, right? Sure this might be the farthest place from a temple, but the meaning still stands.

Besides I have a feeling Alastor's plan will just end up with him getting the upper hand, and use this place for his own ambitions.

>>5528327
Support, Why not. We can't become better by supporting a lesser evil

>>5528317
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims

Corinthians 13:4-5: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

truly, Angel Dut loves his fellows and wishes only the best for them.

>>5528317
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims
Alright, just burn down the whorehouse, that's better

>>5528317
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims

Alastor should get a kick out of this anyway

>>5528317
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims

>>5528308
Pray to God for advice real quick. This is really confusing.

>>5528317
>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims
>>5528345
>truly, Angel Dut loves his fellows and wishes only the best for them.
Ehhh... He has "good" intentions but bad methodology, he wants people more or less to be able to do whatever they want, but the thing with sin is that it insidiously goes against human free will, it makes men willingly give up their god-given right to make their own choices. To protect prostitutes from rape is a decent thing to do and all, but people shouldn't have to nor be content with being one and Hazbin Hell's "liberty" encourages people to sin by making it so easy. What Angel Dust wants is to be free to pursue base pleasures, but man was made for more than that.

>>5528773
We can teach him that love goes beyond the flesh. I am simply happy that Angel Dust is willing to do what is needed to protect others from the depredations of the morally corrupt and decadent tyrant.

>>5528317

>Agree with Angel, you can’t stand for this place to claim more victims

As Christ drove out the moneylenders, we shall do the same.

>>5528303
did the tablet fully die on you OP ?

>>5533299
probably.

>>5528317
hmm... I'll wait a bit longer …

R.I.P Quest

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>Below 50, quest is dead forever.
>Above 50, quest will return tomorrow

>>5544838
that would be nice

>>5544838
PRAISE THE LORD!

>>5544838
Someone muist assume control

Farewell.
We will remember you, Seraph QM.

I hope this quest really isn't dead. It had such an interesting premise.

>>5548935
Yeah, I'd love to take on the mantle as QM but I haven't seen anything made by visiepop other than the pilot for hazbin hotel.

>>5549223
Quick head to the hhg in trash and get a quick crash course

Someone should probably archive this soon before it's gone.

>>5549223
Same here, and I don't have the time to actually learn about it much.

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>Page 10 and no update from QM
Gentleman, it's been an honor.

https://youtu.be/TkA7xQb6uPk

All the days became so long…

OP...
You truly were...
An hero...

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5513389/

Archived
Hope it comes back someday.