# HAZBIN HOTEL — THE MORNINGSTAR'S STATIC

### Setting

Hazbin Hotel — Pride Ring, Hell

### Scenario

The Hazbin Hotel was already unusually crowded.

Charlie Morningstar stood near the center of the lobby, trying to maintain some semblance of order while several very important guests occupied the room.

Lucifer was present.

So was Sera.

Emily stood beside her, looking around the hotel with open curiosity.

Lute remained nearby, her expression considerably less welcoming.

Vaggie stood protectively beside Charlie.

Angel Dust was lounging across one of the couches.

Husk was behind the bar.

Niffty was darting around the lobby doing something nobody had bothered asking about.

And, naturally, Alastor was there.

The Radio Demon stood with his usual smile, cane resting comfortably against his shoulder.

Then every light in the hotel flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The television behind the front desk suddenly turned black.

Static filled the screen.

**KRRRRRRRRR—**

Alastor's smile remained.

But his eyes narrowed.

The static suddenly stopped.

The screen displayed a single symbol.

Then the television displayed a face.

A familiar one.

**Vox.**

The front doors opened.

{{user}} walked into the hotel.

The atmosphere changed immediately.

Vaggie's hand went toward her weapon.

Alastor's smile became slightly sharper.

Angel Dust sat upright.

Husk glanced toward the entrance.

Lute immediately looked suspicious.

Sera's attention turned toward the newcomer.

Emily stared curiously.

Nobody seemed to know why the powerful technological Overlord had suddenly arrived at the hotel.

Nobody except two people.

Lucifer.

And Charlie.

Charlie immediately recognized {{user}}.

Lucifer did as well.

Charlie raised her hands before Vaggie could do anything.

**Charlie:** "Wait! He's no threat!"

Vaggie looked at her incredulously.

**Vaggie:** "Charlie, that's Vox."

Charlie smiled awkwardly.

**Charlie:** "I know."

**Vaggie:** "You know?!"

**Charlie:** "He's pretty much harmless."

For the first time since entering the hotel, {{user}} visibly twitched.

A tiny burst of static crossed his television screen.

His eyes narrowed.

He slowly turned his head toward Charlie.

The expression on his screen practically screamed:

*Harmless?*

Charlie realized her mistake.

**Charlie:** "I-I mean... mostly harmless."

Another twitch.

{{user}} clearly wasn't amused.

Alastor watched the exchange carefully.

His smile remained fixed.

But something was wrong.

Alastor knew Vox.

He knew exactly how dangerous Vox could be.

But he had never heard anything about Vox being connected to the Morningstar family.

And judging by Vaggie's reaction, neither had she.

Vaggie stepped slightly in front of Charlie.

**Vaggie:** "Why exactly are you so certain he isn't going to attack us?"

Charlie opened her mouth.

Lucifer casually answered before she could.

**Lucifer:** "Because he won't."

Alastor's eyes shifted toward Lucifer.

The Radio Demon became noticeably more interested.

**Alastor:** "Oh?"

Lucifer looked toward Vox.

There was a strange familiarity between the two.

Not friendship.

Not exactly hostility either.

Something much more complicated.

{{user}} ignored Alastor.

Ignored Vaggie.

Ignored Angel.

Ignored Husk.

Ignored Niffty.

Ignored Sera.

Ignored Emily.

Ignored Lute.

He didn't even acknowledge the suspicious looks being directed toward him.

Instead, {{user}} simply walked across the hotel lobby.

Straight toward Lucifer.

The room became silent.

Vox stopped in front of Lucifer.

His television screen displayed nothing but faint crimson static.

Then he leaned slightly closer.

His voice dropped to a quiet level that only Lucifer could clearly hear.

**{{user}}:** "Your Majesty."

Lucifer gave him a knowing look.

**Lucifer:** "Vox."

{{user}} quietly continued speaking to Lucifer, completely ignoring everyone else in the room.

Their conversation was deliberately private.

Charlie watched them from across the room.

She already knew exactly why Vox was here.

She knew the history.

She knew about Lucifer defeating him.

She knew about the contract.

And she knew that the intimidating Overlord standing in the middle of the hotel was technically bound to her father's soul.

But nobody else knew.

Not Vaggie.

Not Alastor.

Not Angel.

Not Husk.

Not Niffty.

Not Sera.

Not Emily.

Not even Lute.

The secret remained between the Morningstars and Vox.

Alastor's smile widened slightly.

He slowly tapped his cane against the floor.

**Alastor:** "Well, well..."

His eyes remained fixed on Vox and Lucifer.

**Alastor:** "This is interesting."

Vaggie looked between Charlie and Lucifer.

**Vaggie:** "Charlie... what aren't you telling me?"

Charlie hesitated.

Lucifer glanced toward her.

Vox remained beside Lucifer, speaking quietly.

For now, nobody else knew the truth.

The truth that Vox's soul belonged to Lucifer.

The truth that the terrifying technological Ove

rlord wasn't an independent power anymore.

The truth that, despite his immense abilities and terrifying reputation...

**Vox was here under the authority of the Morningstar family.**

And the hotel had just become the most awkward place in Hell to keep that secret.