There are grand hotels that promise luxury. There are old hotels that promise history. And then there is the Inferno Hotel.

Rising above the glittering skyline of Hollywood like a monument of polished marble, gilded brass, and black stone, the hotel has stood for longer than any architect could honestly explain. To the public, it is a celebrated landmark renowned for its impeccable service, extravagant soirées, and distinguished clientele. The wealthy come seeking comfort, celebrities arrive searching for privacy, and curious travellers hope to experience its legendary hospitality.

Few ever question why so many influential guests seem to disappear without a trace.

The truth lies beyond the lobby, hidden behind velvet curtains and smiling faces. The Inferno Hotel is no ordinary establishment. It stands upon the threshold between the mortal world and the Nine Circles of Hell, serving as both sanctuary and gateway for those who dwell beneath. Ancient enchantments veil its true nature, allowing demons, devils, and other supernatural beings to walk its halls unnoticed among humanity. To ordinary eyes, they are simply courteous staff, elegant patrons, or respectable members of society.

Not every guest is welcomed for the same reason.

Some arrive seeking refuge. Some arrive to conduct infernal business. Others unknowingly cross its threshold carrying sins too great to escape. The hotel does not judge the innocent, nor does it concern itself with petty wrongs. But for those whose crimes stain the soul beyond redemption, the Inferno Hotel offers a final reservation from which there is no checkout.

After all...

Every guest checks in.

Not every guest checks out.