A Hazbin Hotel fanfic - CHAPTER 1:
Hello, Tumblr! My lovely mutual @dahl14 and I have been playing around with a sort of Hazbin Hotel AU of our own for a couple months now, and it’s brought us so much joy that it was only right to share it. Get ready for OCs, cameos, easter eggs and a whole lotta delusion.
Take this little scene as our intro to the AU (we call it Delululand bc fanfic=freedom to write whatever we want into the scene for shits and giggles), this is part 1/2.
In the show’s in-universe timeline, this scene would be taking place a couple days after the airing of “Hazbin Hotel: Behind Closed Doors”.
V Tower's main doors slid open and the crisp clicks of high heels were followed by light metallic clinks in an almost metronomic pattern. The distinctive sounds of such steps echoed in the lobby walls as they hit the tiled floors. A smug smile adorned the winged demon walking as she scanned her old ID badge, conceding her full entry to the building.
The red tone of her tailored suit stood out against Voxtek employees and their mostly blue uniforms, but that didn't stop her from commenting on poorly done jobs and correcting some of them on her way to Velvette’s office. She knew that was where the best coffee in the building could be found, and was dead set on getting her hands on a cup of it.
On her quest, amidst busy desks and stiff demons in office attire, she walked past a certain eel demon. “Morning, Ethan,” she greeted as if that were nothing but a daily custom, softly tapping his shoulder with one of her metallic fingers and continuing her route.
Ethan, tending to a call on his headset, greeted her back absentmindedly, “Good morning, Madam.” It wasn’t until moments later that he realized who that had been. He abruptly turned towards the direction the visitor had walked away in, narrowing his eyes, “wait,” he said to himself, and with that, he dropped everything and bolted. If his boss found out he had let her walk right past him unnoticed, he’d be kabayaki before his shift ended.
Blue halls took on pink and purplish hues, and both the spaces and the personnel looked a lot more artistic. Elaborate headpieces, exotic dresses and lots of tulle moved around as well-favored demons rushed to collect fabrics and cut patterns.This was the right place. Luminous gliding doors revealed Velvette pinning new garments onto a couple of models.
“Good morning, darling,” the poised visitor greeted as she leaned with one hand on the doorframe.
“Venus!” Velvette's unbothered facade slipped for a second and her face showed a flash of genuine excitement as she turned towards the visitor, at least that was before she put her usual attitude back on, “What are you doing here?”
"You know I like to stop by and see how y'all are holding up, has Vox lost it yet?"
"He might surprise you, he’s really onto something this time, I do recall hearing him saying that you will want to come crawling back to us.” The doll-like demon snickered, rolling her eyes.
Venus let out an amused huff as she poured herself coffee, "I am quite content with what I have now". She smelled the coffee and took a sip. A placid smile formed on her lips as she lowered her cup, "Oh yes, that's the stuff,” she muttered to herself.
Velvette let out a soft chuckle.
"Besides, handling intel is much easier without flying camera-bug shits snooping around,” the winged demon added, directing swatting motions at the CCTV drones in the room.
"Speaking of, have you heard of that Goetia prince who had an affair with an imp? A little bird told me that Carmine is supplying angelic weapons to his ex-wife," Venus cheekily remarked.
“Rumor has it that the imp is forcing his way with the prince, to use him, well…his grimoire actually, I believe there will be a trial soon, but who knows? They are just rumors~ anyways…see ya darling, thanks for the coffee!” She took the coffee cup and walked down the hall towards the lift.
“H-hello! Miss…have you, by any chance…seen Madam Venus around?” Ethan inquired after entering with shortness of breath.
“She just left.” Velvette replied with her gaze on her phone.
“Fuuuuuck,” the eel demon ran back out and up the hall.
The lift opened at the top floor and Venus stepped into Vox’s office with a grand, overconfident grin, “Well, well, hello Vox!”
“Hello, Venus,” Vox said, clearly annoyed by her intrusion, even if he expected to see her at his office as soon as his CCTVs caught her strolling around the tower.
Venus sat on top of his desk, coffee cup still in her hand.
He raised an eyebrow at the vibrant red of her outfit. The color choice didn't go unnoticed by him. It was an unusual color for her and he knew she never did anything without intention, “to what do I owe the…pleasure of your visit this time?”
“Oh, you know me, I like to keep myself informed. Not like you’d know, but that is how one gets the upper hand. Need help?” Venus playfully taunted.
The TV-headed demon scoffed in response. “You don't have to worry about me, I know how to run a business. You know, ever since you left, things have been running way faster, like we got rid of some dead weight”.
“I feel some tension in your voice, it wouldn’t kill you to try and get a hobby. I’ve been dabbling in one myself, it’s great for the spirit, if you ask me. You know I can't bear to see botched attempts at PR, so I've been coaching a small biz for fun. The…Hazbin Hotel, to be specific, perhaps you’ve heard of it,” an almost sadistic smile adorned the winged demon’s face as she saw a small glitch in the corner of his screen, "I believe the princess of hell has a very noble cause, don't you think? And king Lucifer? Such a charmer.”
Vox clasped his hands together in an attempt to remain calm, but the slight flickering of his screen brightness gave him away slightly. “You do love to hear yourself talk, don't you?”
“That's rich coming from you, Mr. Talking Head,” she teased, "plus, I gotta tell you, reconnecting with an old friend is very refreshing, Alastor has always been a visionary."
Vox stood up from his chair without warning and slammed his hands on his desk, each hand landing near the sides of Venus’ hips. “Fuck you, you metallic chicken-”
“Mr. Vox!…Madam Venus is here…” Ethan interrupted from the door, panting after his race all the way to the office. His face turned pale upon noticing he was very late.
Vox let out a breath to regain his composure. He straightened up, fixed his tie and sternly directed himself towards his assistant, "Ethan, escort her out."
Venus giggled, "C'mon Ethan, you don't want to make your big boss angry," she said using a very mocking tone.
Ethan felt a chuckle start to form at the back of his throat but stopped it as he saw Vox's angry face.
"Besides, I was just about to leave,” she tilted her head to look at Vox with a satisfied smile before leaving the office, "Laters!"
The doors closed, leaving Vox alone in his office.
Vox felt his blood boil at the sight of that stupid bitchy smile. As soon as that door closed, his shoulders tensed again and the impulse of using the floor to smash the fucking coffee cup she had left on his desk overpowered him.
FANGIRL COMMENTARY CORNER:
Kabayaki is a japanese dish consisting of grilled eel, in other words, Ethan was cooked (in the slang sense).
Venus is biomechanical. She has one metal arm, one hooved metal leg, and partially metallic wings. She’s also not a chicken, she’s more of a chimera demon, Vox is just pissy bc a) she’s clearly ragebaiting him and b) they have…history? beef? Stay tuned and find out eventually ;)
Funny how Vox cracks the second Alastor is mentioned. They have the same context as in the show.
Ethan is a child of divorce. Of lavender divorce.
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