Hazbin Hotel

Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates

known as Heaven.

It was ruled by beings of pure light.

Angels that worshipped good and shielded all from evil.

Lucifer was one of these angels.

He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation.

But he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven.

For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world.

So he watched as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways.

From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith.

Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this,

Adam demanded control and Lilith refused to submit to his will.

She fled the garden.

Drawn in by her fierce independence,

Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love.

Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity,

offering the fruit of knowledge to Adam's new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted.

But this gift came with a curse.

For with this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into Earth.

With it, a new realm of darkness and sin.

And the order Heaven had worked to maintain was shattered.

As punishment for their reckless act,

Heaven cast Lucifer and his love into the dark pit he had created,

never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity,

only the cruel and the wicked.

Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream.

But Lilith thrived, empowering demon-kind with her voice

and her songs. And as the numbers of Hell grew,

so did its power.

Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision.

That every year, they would send down an army,

an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

But Lilith's hope remained.

And her dream was passed down to their precious daughter

the Princess of Hell.

Don't worry, Mom. I'll make you proud.

Charlie?

Augh! Oh, shit. Did you hear all that?

Uh... Yeah, I was right there.

Sorry. I get pretty worked up after an extermination happens.

This story helps.

I know. Don't worry. I enjoy your theatrics.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, just-- thinking ya know, family stuff.

Did you hear from your mom yet?

Oof. How long has it been now?

Not that long, only... seven... years...

Off doing something important, I'm sure.

But this kingdom was something she really cared about.

Something I care about.

Well, at least you aren't alone.

I just hope what I'm trying to do here will work.

It will. I have faith in you.

All right. Come on.

Alastor says he has something to show us.

Well, hello there you wayward sinner.

Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature?

Of course you do. That's why you're in Hell!

But what would you say

there was a place to stay that had none of that?

Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,

a misguided path to redemption!

Founded five days ago by Lucifer's delusional daughter

Charlotte Morningstar!

Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands

as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you!

Here, we offer fun things!

Such as somewhat functional staff!

And 24 hour Pest Control!

Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor!

Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident.

Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel!

Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here.

So, what'd ya' think?

I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?

Uh, yeah, one note...

Alastor, I mean--

First off, thank you so much for making this seriously amazing,

but um... maybe the tone is a bit...

off?

We want people to want to come here,

this makes it look... ummm--

Bad. The word you're looking for is bad.

Funny. I was going for hilarious!

It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to save

demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point.

Vaggie is right, Alastor.

The commercial was to let Sinners know we are trying to help them.

Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time,

and everyone remembers me from my radio show!

The proper medium to express oneself!

But you insisted on this: noisy picture box advertisement,

So I had a little fun with it.

Oh, fun. You had a little fun with it?

Well, this is not what we want to represent us.

When you showed up here a week ago, you told us

you would help run this hotel!

Instead, you're mocking us.

Nobody's going to want to come to a place

that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time!

What?

If'n ya filmin' a commercial,

can I suggest you take better advantage

of the talented celebrity you have right here?

- Angel, you're a porn star. - A famous porn star.

I'll have the horniest sinners knockin' these walls down to get in.

We are not filming a porn as a commercial.

Why not? Sex sells, don't it?

I swear if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here,

you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel.

Haha! Never going to happen!

Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills

to, um, attract folks to the hotel,

but-- I really don't want to exploit you, in that way!

Oh, please, baby.

This body was made to be exploited.

I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs.

I got the lung capacity-- Oh-oh I got the legs,

the gag reflex, the holes...

the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits

Uhhh, hold that thought. I'll be right back!

I could keep goin' all night, baby.

Hello? Dad?

Hey, I have a question.

If freaky face over there is so powerful,

then why can't he just make people stay here?

Oh, trust me, I can!

Why do you think I'm here?

You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles

and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?

- I like being forced. - Keep that to yourself, Niff.

What, you don't love being here with me, Whiskers?

Call me "Whiskers" again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat.

Kinky. C'mon keep talkin' dirty.

Ugh, Angel, let Husk do his job. And no, we can't force sinners to stay here.

They need to choose to.

I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid.

We're in Hell, Toots.

That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?

Well, maybe it doesn't have to be.

Just because nobody has made it out before

doesn't mean it's not possible.

Hey, whatever means I can keep crashin' here rent free.

Crack is expensive.

Yeah, I can totally.

Yeah, I'll head over there right away...

Okay.

Hah! YES! YES!! Hahahaha!!

- Vaggie! Holy shit! - Ahh! What?!

Get over here!

What's going on?

My dad just called. He said that the leader

of the Angel Army wants to meet.

- He asked if I could go instead. - But...

But-- But the extermination just happened.

What could they want this soon after-- -

This could be bad.

Okay, but just don't... sing to them.

That bitch is halfway down the street.

- Is she-- - Oh, she's dancin'.

Ugh, no.

- Hi mister. - Go fuck yourself.

Oh... No, thank you. I'm just gonna...

Your loss bitch!