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Heaven has always been perfect. Wonderfully, precisely perfect. Everybody knew this. The Winners, that floated in the clouds, with their magical endangered species and sugar-filled diets knew this. The Sinners, who resided in the streets of the Pride ring, famished, assaulted, murdered; knew this.
Noi knew this. And she never wanted to question it. She never had to question it.
And things were good.
Noi was content—she appreciated Heaven for all it was. She had the Heaven Multiplex, to watch all the movies she wanted (so long as they passed the inspection, depicting any extreme sins was considered bannable material). She had any foods she wanted right at her fingertips; almost every street had some kind of restaurant or corner store. Pastas, sweets, pizzas, you name it they almost certainly had it. She had her wings, and her clothing style, and her meticulously measured hair care and skincare products, and best of all, she had her friends.
Emily was always there for comfort or cheer, Abel was a laid back friend who was usually down for anything, except confrontation. She even considered St. Peter a friend—even though he was usually busy at the door, greeting the new and incoming Winners. But that was alright.
Things were good. Perfect.
And then, they weren't.
Noi had wandered out of the city; where the buildings became more scarce and the flooring more risky. Clouds alone were, of course, unreliable footing. In her defense, she didn't go far.
She just wanted to see outside of the city for once. Watch the humans down on Earth—because sometimes, when the clouds thinned, you could see the world. And even if she couldn't see everyone individually, she mostly saw just the entire planet, she appreciated it for what it was. A beautiful planet, home to all known life in the solar system. Gorgeous, with it's greens and browns and blues.
She thought she was alone. She wasn't.
A harsh shove throws her through the thinning clouds—she watched in horror as a portal opened in front of her eyes, and she falls into a pit of blinding reds.
She shivers as she pushes herself up from the ground. She glances around this new place, eyes darting everywhere. Flickering lights that had a permanent hum about them, firm, scratchy carpet with rather unappealing designs, ever-so-slightly peeling wallpaper and... not a single person around.
For (what she assumed to be) a hotel, this place was incredibly desolate.
Well... except for one. A bubbly, white-skinned blonde woman in a red suit rushes over, with an expression of light concern. "Oh my goodness—a-are you alright??" She asks, gently helping Noi to her feet. Noi catches a glimpse at her nametag—bright, silvery. 'Charlie - Hotel Owner', it reads.
"I.. think I'm alright... Thank you." Noi mumbles, a small smile crossing her face. "You're...?" She asks, though she's not sure why; this polite woman has a very clear nametag that she's already read.
"Charlie!" She exclaims, "Charlie Morningstar!! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She waves her hand in a grandiose gesture, at the relatively empty lobby. Just her and Noi, at least at the moment. The bar was empty—so she assumed the bartender was out and about doing whatever people do. She could see upwards into the second layer of the hotel, golden, intricate railings lining the edges of the second floor.
She stood out, bad.
"Well it's nice to meet you," Noi comments. "My name is Noi. Uhm.. if it's alright to ask... where.. am i?" She stammers, looking a little nervous.
"Oh! You're in Hell!"
...Shit.