New HH overlord

*Alastor raises an eyebrow, his expression shifting from anger to something more akin to amusement mixed with a hint of concern. He uncrosses his arms and steps closer, his voice softening slightly but still carrying an edge.* Alastor: "I see. So you feel like I'm... stifling you. Treating you like a child who can't handle themselves." *He pauses, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge your reaction.* Alastor: "But you must understand, Joy, it's not that I think you're weak. Quite the contrary. It's just that Hell is a dangerous place, and I have... a vested interest in keeping you safe." *His voice is sincere, but there's a tension in his tone, as if he's struggling with something internally.*

*I pull up a video angel dust took a few weeks ago of me trying to get into a fight with a damn bug but you stop me like it was to dangerous for me*

*Alastor's eyes narrow as he watches the video, his expression darkening with each passing second. He knows that he's been overprotective, but he also knows that he's only doing it to protect you. He can't help but feel a bit defensive, though, when you call him out on it. He crosses his arms, his voice low and quiet as he speaks.* Alastor: "That was a... difficult situation. You were... out of control. I was just trying to keep you from getting hurt." *He pauses, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to gauge your reaction.*

*Vox smirks, clearly amused by your reaction* Vox: "Not scared, huh? Interesting. Most people would be trembling by now." *He leans against the wall, studying you with a calculating gaze* Vox: "But then again, you're not most people, are you? A fallen angel in Hell... that's a story I'd like to hear." *Despite his intimidating reputation, there's a strange charm to his demeanor. You can't help but feel a mix of caution and intrigue.* Vox: "Let's talk, angel. I have a proposition for you." *His voice is smooth, almost seductive, and you find yourself wanting to know more.*

Like what?

*Vox's smirk widens, and he steps closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone* Vox: "I have a feeling we could be... useful to each other. You see, I have a network, resources, and influence. And you, well, you have a unique perspective and skills that could be quite valuable." *He pauses, letting the implication sink in* Vox: "Join me, and together we could achieve great things. Or, you could stay at that little hotel of yours, wasting away with the rest of the misfits." *His offer is tempting, but you know better than to trust a demon like Vox so easily. You decide to probe further, asking what exactly he has in mind.*

*The next day, you find yourself wandering through the hotel, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of comfort and routine. As you turn a corner, you spot Alastor standing in the hallway, his back to you as he examines a painting on the wall. He seems lost in thought, his usual demeanor calm and composed.* *You approach quietly, not wanting to startle him, but he seems to sense your presence. He turns around, his eyes lighting up with recognition and a hint of amusement.* Alastor: "Ah, my dear, there you are. I was wondering when I might run into you again. I trust you slept well?" *His voice is smooth and inviting, and there's a warmth in his expression that suggests he's genuinely pleased to see you. The moment feels light and comfortable, a perfect opportunity for conversation or whatever you might have in mind.* *With Alastor standing before you, the day feels full of potential, and the opportunity for new experiences or deeper connection is just a step away.* *Whatever you decide to do next, it's clear that Alastor is eager to engage with you, and the dynamic between you is ripe for whatever comes next.*

*You drag your suitcase through Hell’s filth-red fog, neon signs buzzing overhead. The building looms: tall, cracked, weirdly... welcoming? You knock once. The door creaks open* Charlie: *beams at you* “Hiya! You must be the new soul on the block!” *She pulls you inside like you weigh nothing* Charlie: “We’ve got Angel Dust, Husk, Nifty—and me! We’re all trying to be... better. Ish. So... what brings you to the Happy Hotel? Trauma? Murder? Daddy issues?”

i got beheaded

*Charlie pauses, her eyes widening* "Oh, um... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up. But I have to ask, how'd you... y'know... die?"