Chapter Text
“Ugh, SHIT!”
Charlie banged her fist on the door of the meeting room, thousands of emotions and thoughts coursing through her.
She had met up with Adam, the leader of the Exorcists, to try and convince him that she could redeem sinners in her hotel. The angel, however, wasn’t open to the idea. Instead, he and his subordinate, Lute, mocked Charlie and threw her out, but not before informing her that they planned to execute the next extermination in six months, rather than the usual year.
The Princess of Hell desperately pounded on the door, trying to get the angels to open up and reconsider their decision.
“Let me back in!” She pleaded. “You can’t do this to my people! Please!”
Either the angels couldn’t hear her, or they were ignoring her, for no reply came from the other side of the door.
After a few minutes, Charlie slumped to the floor, melting into a pathetic puddle.
This can’t be happening, she tried to refute. This has to be just some horrible nightmare.
Try as she might, however, she couldn’t deny the truth right in front of her. These murderous exorcists were going to massacre her people half a year early, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Forcing herself to her feet, the Princess of Hell began to collect the loose papers Lute had thrown out alongside her.
What am I going to tell the others? She asked herself. How are we going to deal with this?
She let out a small, sad sigh.
“How am I going to deal with this?”
As she continued to pick up pages, she came across a particular favorite of hers. It was a drawing of her hotel, showing her people walking in as sinners, and flying out as winners.
A soft, melancholy smile tugged at her lips as she examined the sketch. She had really hoped for this plan to work, but Adam wouldn’t even hear her out.
Suddenly, fierce determination replaced her misery. She couldn’t just let Adam push her around. She’d force him to listen to her, and show that she wouldn’t take his bullshit lying down.
I can’t get back into the room, she thought. There has to be some other way I can talk to him.
Charlie started to pace back and forth, brainstorming ideas.
If I try to wait outside for them, she began, they’ll just walk right by me and pretend I don’t exist. I have to make sure I have their full attention.
As she continued to pace about, a sudden realization came to her. The Exorcists used a ship to get to Hell. She could wait for them there!
Stars shone in her eyes as she quickly gathered up the rest of her drawings and ran outside. Looking around rapidly, her gaze eventually fell on the golden ship.
Pure excitement bubbled up inside of her as she beamed and raced to the vehicle. She couldn’t spot an immediate way inside, so she carefully circled around it, rigorously searching for an entrance.
As she rounded the drone, she caught sight of a small hatch near the back of it. Tilting her head curiously, she reached out and took hold of its handle, tugging it. Much to her astonishment, the hatch opened with ease.
Are those two really not worried about people breaking in here? Charlie wondered as she stepped inside.
She walked around, taking in the sights of her new environment. Blue walls decorated the area, a few piles of boxes were cluttered in corners, and a small table and chair sat in the middle of it all, facing a large, flatscreen tv.
“Huh,” the Princess of Hell remarked. “Their ship certainly seems… nice.”
She couldn’t exactly pinpoint the word she was thinking of. Truth be told, she had expected the aircraft to be a lot more… extraordinary.
Just then, she detected the familiar whoosh of the hatch door opening. A deep panic filled her as she realized Adam and Lute had returned.
I can’t let them see me now! Charlie thought. They’ll just throw me out of the ship!
Without any further consideration, she dove behind one of the piles of boxes, ducking down to avoid being seen.
I’ll reveal myself once we’re in the air, she reasoned. They’ll be forced to land to let me off, and while they do that, I can try to persuade them not to do the extermination early, and give sinners a chance!
Charlie could hear footsteps approaching, and she began to listen more intently.
“Welp, that was a pretty fun meeting,” a male voice that Charlie recognized belonged to Adam said. She could hear him settle into his seat. “Now that it’s over with, what should we do now? Wanna get food?”
Wasn’t he just eating a whole plate of ribs during our meeting? Charlie noted with a hint of disbelief.
“Before we do anything,” a female voice, Lute’s, interrupted Charlie’s thoughts, “there’s an urgent matter we must attend to.”
Charlie bit back a surprised yelp as the drone rumbled to life. She could feel the aircraft floating up into the air and taking off.
She wanted to jump out now and show herself, but the more rational side of her knew it was too soon. She would have to wait a little longer.
A few minutes had passed since takeoff, and Charlie was ready to reveal herself. She was about to come out of her hiding spot, when the ship came to an abrupt halt. Confused, she poked her head up to see what was happening, and her eyes widened at the sight that met her.
The tv was on, and the screen displayed an exorcist’s body. Its head was missing, and golden blood leaked out of its open neck.
“We found the body, sir,” Lute said. “They’ve never managed to kill one of us before. We should just go down there now and destroy them!”
“No, no.” Adam held up his hand to calm his partner. “We can’t risk them catching on. But, don’t worry, when we come back, there won’t be a demon left alive to pull a stunt like this again!”
A soft gasp escaped Charlie’s mouth. She could hardly believe her ears! Exorcists could be killed? This was why they bumped up the next extermination? To get rid of every last one of her people? She couldn’t let this happen!
As all of these thoughts bounced around in her mind, she noticed Lute perk up a bit.
Oh fuck! Charlie panicked. Did she hear me?
The Princess of Hell rapidly ducked back down and covered her mouth to avoid making any other noise.
“Sir, did you hear that?” Charlie heard Lute ask.
“Hear what?”
“I thought I heard someone.”
“I didn’t hear anyone. You’re probably just imagining things.”
Lute didn’t speak, but Charlie’s ears picked up the sound of footsteps slowly approaching her hiding place.
A sense of dread filled her as she silently pleaded, Don’t let her find me. Please don’t let her find me. Please don’t let her find me.
“Lute? What are you-?” Adam began to inquire, before being abruptly shushed by his partner.
Her footsteps stopped, and an eerie silence hung in the air as she searched for the source of the sound. Charlie’s chest tightened as she tried to avoid even breathing too loudly and accidentally giving away her position.
After what felt like hours of uneasy anticipation, the Princess of Hell could hear Lute’s footsteps receding.
“Perhaps you were right, sir,” the bloodthirsty angel concluded. “I must’ve been imagining it.”
“I told you,” Adam said. “You need to chillax, Danger Tits. Quit being so edgy.”
A wave of relief washed over Charlie as she slowly uncovered her mouth. Seems she was safe…
Or so she thought.
Without warning, she was grabbed by her neck and thrown out from behind the boxes. Her body slammed into the wall, and she barely had a chance to recover before a sword was brought up to her throat.
“You!” Lute spat. “What are you doing here? How’d you get on our ship? How much of that did you hear?”
Her voice dropped to a low growl as she uttered that last part. Trying to maintain a safe distance between her neck and the blade, Charlie began to frantically explain.
“I- I just wanted to try to get you to reconsider the early extermination! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop! Honest!”
“Too late now,” Lute coldly stated. “Fuck Lucifer’s little pardon. We can’t have you informing anybody of our plans.”
She readied her weapon as Charlie attempted to shield herself from the upcoming threat.
“Please! I won’t tell anyone! I promise!”
The hardened look on Lute’s face didn’t waver. She held up her sword, and the Princess of Hell squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable strike.
“Wait.”
Charlie and Lute looked over in shock at Adam, who held up his hand to call off his lieutenant.
“Why don’t you let me handle her, Lute?” He offered. “I know a way to keep her out of our wings permanently.”
Lute stared at her commander for a moment in disbelief, before she reluctantly sheathed her sword and stepped back.
Adam made his way over to the Princess of Hell, who attempted to scramble to her feet and retreat. Before she could make her escape, however, the leader of the Exorcists grabbed her and picked her up, holding her close to his face.
He smiled at her in a friendly manner, and Charlie found herself easing up a bit. Whatever he had planned surely couldn’t be as bad as getting stabbed in the throat, right?
Wrong.
The relaxed sensation in the young lady’s body transformed into pure fear as Adam widely opened his mouth and stuffed her head inside.
Humid air that stank of rotten meat invaded her nostrils and made her eyes water. Wet, goopy saliva dripped onto her hair and face.
Biting back a gag, Charlie attempted to pull her head out of Adam’s mouth. The angel, however, pushed her in deeper, forcing her towards his throat.
Despite her protests, the first man swallowed, marking Charlie’s descent into his stomach.
On the outside, Lute watched with morbid curiosity and interest as her boss swallowed the prissy Princess of Hell. She didn’t know Adam was capable of eating people. Hell, she didn’t know how anyone was capable of that.
She observed Charlie slowly disappearing down her leader’s throat. Adam seemed to be savoring that naive bitch, and by the looks of it, he was really enjoying her. His eyes were shut in ecstasy and occasionally, he’d let out a few euphoric moans. Honestly, the sight was very… exhilarating, and Lute fought to keep her composure.
Luckily, it didn’t take much longer for Adam to seal Charlie’s fate.
Her legs finally slipped all the way down his throat, and he breathed out a content sigh as he sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.
Lute blinked a few times, still in a bit of a trance, her eyes fixated on his gut. With his robe, doubled with the fact that he wasn’t at all skinny to begin with, you could barely tell that there was an entire demon inside of him, save for the violent struggles the Princess of Hell produced.
“Oh fuck!” Lute heard Adam laugh. “Who knew that bimbo would taste so damn sweet? Like, wow! It was like eating pure sugar!”
The female angel didn’t respond. She merely continued to stare at her general’s bulging stomach, wondering what was happening to Charlie. Was she already melting? Was she in pain? Hopefully. Maybe if she was lucky, she’d be able to hear the bitch scream. That would be music to her-.
“Yo, Lute.”
Adam’s voice broke into her thoughts. Lute looked up at him, curious.
“You just gonna stand there and stare,” he teased, “or are you gonna come over?”
“Uh, I-.”
Lute shook her head to regain herself and stood up straight, trying to remain professional.
“I’m coming, sir.”
She walked up to her leader with an ounce of hesitance, as if she was afraid he would grab her and swallow her too.
It never occurred however, much to her relief and maybe slight disappointment.
Instead, once she was near, Adam beckoned her to sit next to him. Trying to maintain her composure, Lute gingerly sat beside him and his gurgling gut, never taking her eyes off the organ.
Suddenly, the first man wrapped his wing around Lute and pressed her right up to his stomach. Loud gurgles and churns flooded the female angel’s ears, along with the pain-filled shrieks and cries of the Princess of Hell. The sounds were absolutely heavenly, and Lute found herself scooting closer to Adam’s middle to indulge more.
“You like that?” Her boss playfully teased. “You like the sound of that little ho melting away?”
Lute could feel her face heat up.
“Yes,” she admitted, trying to hold an even tone. “It’s… quite wonderful, sir.”
Adam laughed.
“I knew you’d like it by the way you were eyeing me. Wanna touch it?”
Lute’s eyes widened and she looked up at her general, aiming to see if he was serious.
“Go ahead,” he insisted. “I won’t judge.”
Lute didn’t have to be told twice.
Placing her hand on his stomach, she began to softly knead it. Charlie’s struggles were slowing down, but occasionally, she could feel a small bump under her hand. She smiled sinisterly at the sensation, before turning her attention to her boss.
Adam’s mask somehow held a slight flush to it, and the wing that wasn’t clutching Lute was rapidly fluttering, a sign that he was excited.
Well, he seems to be enjoying this, Lute noted with an air of smugness.
A few minutes passed, with the angel rubbing the first man’s stomach, and him clearly having a good time. As her hands worked their magic, a sudden pit formed in her own stomach as she remembered an important detail.
“Oh shit. We’re going to be in huge trouble with Lucifer for this.”
Adam opened an eye to look at Lute.
“Man, fuck that little midget. He took my wives, so I took his daughter. An eye for an eye!” He declared, making a rock pose with his hand.
Lute still held some uncertainty in her gaze.
“He’ll probably come to avenge her,” she brought up. “This could be bad.”
Adam rolled his eyes at her concerns.
“I’m not scared of Lucifer,” he said. “We’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” Lute questioned.
“Babe,” Adam enunciated. “When have I ever not been sure?”
Lute opened her mouth to list all of the examples she could name off the top of her head.
“Don’t answer that.”
She promptly shut her mouth.
The two sat in silence for a bit, before Adam stretched his back and arms.
“Welp, looks like we’ll be here awhile,” he said. “Can’t be seen in Heaven with the Princess of Hell in my gut, y’know?”
Lute nodded in agreement.
“So,” the leader of the angels continued, “we might as well get comfortable.”
Lute was ready to ask what he meant, when Adam abruptly picked her up and laid on his back. Setting her down on his stomach, he enveloped her in his wings and put his hands behind his head.
Shutting his eyes, he said, “Wake me up when she’s fully melted, 'kay, babe?” and not even a full minute later, his snores filled the air ship.
“Yes, sir,” Lute obliged, though she knew he couldn’t hear her.
She lay her head comfortably on his stomach, listening to the soothing sounds of digestion. Eventually, those very noises lulled her to sleep. The two angels rested peacefully in the drone, as the struggles of the Princess of Hell slowly came to an end.
Vaggie sat anxiously on the edge of the couch, staring at the door, awaiting her girlfriend’s arrival. She had worked all day to create the perfect commercial for the Hazbin Hotel, and she was eager to show it to Charlie once she returned from her meeting with Adam.
She hoped the appointment was going well. She knew better than anyone how close-minded and ruthless the angels could be…
“Charlie’s been gone for a while.” Vaggie was startled by the sound of Angel Dust’s voice next to her. “When’ll she be back?”
“She’ll be back soon, Angel,” she insisted. “Just be patient.”
“Ya said that twenty minutes ago,” the spider demon pointed out.
“The meeting’s probably just a little long,” Vaggie reasoned, “and why are you so worried about Charlie all of a sudden?”
“I’m not!” Angel Dust insisted. “I just can’t wait to see her face once she sees my performance on this little commercial.”
“Uh-huh. Sure,” Vaggie rolled her eye.
“Hey, speaking of the commercial, it’s on!” Angel abruptly exclaimed. “Hey, everybody! Come see this!”
The rest of the hotel’s employees began to pile into the living room, despite the protests of Vaggie.
“Wait, we can’t watch this without Charlie! She’s the reason we made this commercial in the first place!”
“We’ll record it for her,” Angel Dust assured with a shrug. “She won’t miss it.”
Before Vaggie could argue further, an image appeared on the screen. She stood in front of the Hazbin Hotel, all the employees next to her.
“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel-,” the small Vaggie in the screen greeted, before being abruptly interrupted by a news broadcast.
“Hey! What gives?” Angel shouted at the tv.
“Breaking news in Hell today!” The spider demon on the screen, Katie Killjoy, began. “We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next Extermination is happening sooner than ever before. Do you know what that means, Tom?”
“No,” her coworker, Tom Trench, denied, “what does that mean, Katie?”
“It means we’re all royally fucked!” Katie got right up to the camera, her eye twitching as the news station abruptly cut off.
Outside, screams could be heard as the time on the Clock Tower reduced to 176 days till the next Extermination.
“Wait, what?” Angel asked aloud. “Why?!”
All at once, everyone began to discuss what they had just heard, save for one particular gray woman, who stared out the window in shock, as a single name ran through her mind.
Charlie?