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You had been in hell for a good amount of time, seen overlords come and go. But in all of your years on this fiery pain you have never seen what just occurred. The jolly characters over at the Hazbin Hotel just killed the first man Adam, as well as most of his army of exterminators. You didn’t even know that angles could be hurt, least of all killed. Being an Angle that fell a Millenia after The Fall, you weren’t up to date on heavens latest news.
You know from 666 news that Lucifers daughter Charlie was starting a rehabilitation center for sinners to be granted a second chance, you personally loved the idea. The concept that a soul could be redeemed and get a chance at the “good life” made your heart melt. While you may not view heaven in too bright of a light after what happened to you, but you still wanted to see people get the chance at trying the place out. Going back to the present, you were seated in the living room of your home watching the news play recaps of what happened. The broadcast ended with the hotel getting rebuilt. You pondered what will happen now. Even though you are a fallen angel no one really knew that it was a secret you kept to yourself. The only person who knew what you are is long gone now, one of the first deaths to happen when heaven began to exterminate the citizens from hell. You were sure that now that Lucifer has gotten involved topped with the death of Adam a full-on war against heaven and hell was surely on the rise.
‘Maybe I should go to the hotel and offer my assistants’ you thought grimly to yourself. It would be the right thing to do. Finally tell those overgrown birds upstairs where to shove it after all they have done. But could you just go walking into the Hotel professing that you were a fallen angel no one has heard of and offer your help, without looking like you were a spy for the enemy? Probably not. Maybe you can pretend to be a sinner looking towards redemption. That would be an easy in. But how hard would it be to prove to them that you were really a sinner, you didn’t look like one. Also, God forbid they find out about your angelic past without you telling them about it, then they surely would look at you as the enemy.
“That simply will not do” you muttered to yourself.
That’s when the idea struck you! You could send them a letter letting them know that they have an ally, another fallen angel on their side. Then you can wait for their reply or watch them from afar and gage their reaction. With the idea set in your head you went to the desk in the corner of the room and got out your stationary set. Picking an envelope decorated with flowers and birds, one of your favorites, and the corresponding paper you grabbed a pen and begun to write.
To Whom it may concern,
You do not know me, but I know you. I saw what happened during the last extermination and I would like to offer my assistance. Why do you need my help, you may ask? Well by killing Adam and more than half of the exorcists’ chances are that Heaven is going to retaliate. I would like to act as head of healing. No one knows this but I am a fallen Angel, I know it sounds fake. Like how has an angel lived in hell all this time without anyone ever noticing? Well, the secret is I am really good at hiding my aura. Anyways I am rambling now so I will stop. If you are interested in the offer meet me at the entrance to Cannibal town in two days at 6pm. You can give Juniper your response and she will report it back.
With love,
Your future friend (hopefully)
Sealing the envelope you snapped your fingers together summoning Juniper, your hell cat. She was a silver tabby, her coat glistened in the light floating into the small flat.
‘Mer?’ she chirped to you in question. After living together for a few hundred years you have come very close and understand each other even though she doesn’t speak. Her sharp green eyes glancing over you as if trying to understand what it is before you told her. Around her neck was a delicate gold chain with a heart pendent and bell. The heart pendent held her name and your phone number and address, can never be too careful in hell. Juniper was the creature you cared the most about in this world, she has seen you through hard and good times.
“Hey Junny, do you think you can deliver this letter to Charlie Morningstar at the hotel down the street?” you asked sweetly while giving her a few scratches.
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‘Merp-meow’ she agreed.
“Lovely! Be sure to stay so you can take their reply, ok? I’ll make sure to have dinner ready for you by the time you get back” you instructed.
“Oh, we can’t forget this” Reaching down you applied a quick glamour to the collar so no one would see. “Ok there we go perfect; off you go now.”
Jumping in the windowsill then out the door you watch the hell cat begin its journey to deliver your important message. Pivoting on your heels you walked to the kitchen and began making dinner for the two of you.
-Juniper-
Paws thud against the ground as Juniper runs throughout the streets of hell to deliver the letter that was entrusted to her. While she was running, she began to ponder what her mistress was up too, she never really wants to go out or talk to people ever. So why now? Juniper heard from the tom next-door that something big has been going down in hell since the princesses opened her hotel. So maybe that is it? Either way she was happy that her friend was finally making moves to meet new people. Maybe if mistress made friends with the princesses, you would get even more food. Mouth salivating at the thought of more food Juniper pushed herself even faster. Coming to a skidding stop at the door Juniper let out a loud ‘MEOW’ while also scratching on the door to get someone’s attention.
“What is that god forsaken noise” a feminine voice said through the door.
“Ooo! I'll go check it!” said an excited voice.
Sitting down with her tail tucked neatly over her feet and message in mouth, Juniper waited for the door to open. Slowly it began to crack open and a girl with blond hair and pale skin, save for her rosy cheeks, looked down on you. “awwww it’s a little hell cat!!! Vaggie Vaggie come see!” the girl shrieked excitedly.
“I’m coming, I’m coming” said the first voice Juniper heard.
“Did someone say cat?!?” said a male voice followed by fast footsteps.
Soon almost everyone was gathered around the hell cat, they cooed at Juniper. When one of them finally noticed the letter in her mouth.
“Hey what is this?”
The letter was taken out of the cats mouth.
“It’s addressed to Charlie?”
“Oooo I love mail. Gimme gimme gimme!”
“Here knock yourself out toots.”
The girl, Charlie is what they called her, read the letter, her eyes getting bigger with each sentence. Curiosity really started to get at Juniper, what did her mistress wright? Lost in thought she stared off not taking must notice of what the wayward group was saying. A raised male voice snapped her attention back.
“We don’t know if this is real. It might be Heaven trying to play something,” said the strange looking clown. He had a resemblance to the Charlie girl. “I don’t like it one bit, you aren’t going.”
“But Dad this could really help us, and we don’t know all of that stuff. Can’t we give her a chance?”
“No Charlie”
“Common I will take Vaggie with me I would be alone.”
“… fine, but let me know how it goes once you come back” the man sighed.
With a squeal the princess wrote a quick reply and shoved it at Juniper.
“Here you go, safe travels home.”
Taking the letter gently in her jaw Juniper nodded at the girl and hopped off to go home.
-back to you-
You finished up dinner just as Juniper hopped back into the window. A new letter in her mouth. This letter was pink with hearts all over it. A reply, a smile found its way to your face as you picked up the cat and took her to the food you made. “Here Junny its your favorite thank you for your help today” you said while taking the letter out of her mouth. The cat purred its thanks to you and began to eat its dinner. With a quick glance over the letter, you saw that the princess was very excited to meet you. She also went on to explain how she would be bringing her girlfriend Vaggie because her Dad wouldn’t let her go alone. Laughing to yourself, you put the letter down. Who would have thought the leader of Hell was such a worry wart. With a yawn and a stretch, you head to the bedroom for some well-deserved sleep.