The Origin of Dual Blood (Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss Oc x Oc) Various x Oc

Chapter three- staff meeting

As the staff meeting continued, Elara couldn't shake the tension that filled the room. With the arrival of Vox, Velvet, and Valentino, the atmosphere became charged with an unsettling energy, each figure exuding power and influence in their own right.

Charlie: "Now that everyone's here, let's focus on—"

Vaggie: [interrupting, her tone urgent] "Charlie, we need to talk."

All eyes turned to Vaggie, whose expression was grave, her eyes flickering with concern.

Charlie: "What is it, Vaggie?"

Vaggie took a deep breath, her voice steady but tinged with apprehension.

Vaggie: "It's about Valentino. He's... not who you think he is."

Charlie frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Charlie: "What do you mean?"

Vaggie: "He's an Overlord, Charlie. The leader of the Three Vs Triumvirate. And he's not just some businessman—he's dangerous."

Elara's heart sank as she listened to Vaggie's words, her mind racing with the implications of what she was hearing. If Valentino truly was as powerful and malevolent as Vaggie claimed, then she needed to tread carefully.

Elara: [whispering to herself] "So this is the man Angel Dust warned me about..."

Meanwhile, Vox's attention was drawn to Elara, his eyes narrowing with interest as he studied her with a calculating gaze.

Vox: "And who might you be, my dear? Another lost soul seeking redemption in the twisted depths of Hell?"

Elara met Vox's gaze head-on, her demeanor composed but guarded.

Elara: "I'm Elara. And I'm here to find my own path to redemption, just like everyone else."

Vox chuckled, his ego seemingly unfazed by Elara's assertion.

Vox: "Well, aren't you a fascinating little anomaly. I must say, I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table."

Elara offered a polite nod, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties. With Vox's reputation as a narcissistic TV demon and Valentino's dark past, she knew she had to proceed with caution.

Meanwhile, Charlie's expression shifted from confusion to concern as she absorbed Vaggie's warning. Though she was naive to the true extent of Valentino's influence, she couldn't ignore the sense of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.

Charlie: "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Vaggie. I'll... keep it in mind."

But as Charlie turned her attention back to the meeting, Elara couldn't shake the feeling that their journey in the Hazbin Hotel was about to take a dangerous turn—a turn that would test their strength, resolve, and ultimately, their very souls.

Just as the meeting was about to adjourn, Valentino's smooth voice cut through the tension like a knife.

Valentino: "Before we conclude, there's one more thing I'd like to address."

All eyes turned to Valentino, who was regarding Elara with a curious glint in his eye.

Valentino: "It seems we have a new guest among us—half human, half demon. A rather intriguing combination, wouldn't you say?"

Elara tensed, feeling Vox's eyes on her as well, their curiosity piqued by her unique heritage. Beside her, Angel Dust shifted uncomfortably, his protective instincts kicking in.

Angel Dust: "She's off-limits, Valentino. Don't even think about—"

But before Angel Dust could finish his sentence, Valentino's smirk widened, his gaze never leaving Elara's.

Valentino: "Oh, don't worry, Angel. I have no intention of causing any trouble—for now, at least."

With those cryptic words, Valentino Vox and Velvet sauntered out of the room, leaving Elara and the others to ponder the true extent of his intentions.

As the staff meeting continued, Elara found herself caught in the whirlwind of introductions and interactions. Niffty's vibrant energy and Husk's gruff demeanor added new layers to the already eclectic mix of personalities in the room.

Niffty: "Hiya, everyone! Sorry we're late, but I had to make sure the kitchen was spick and span for dinner!"

Elara couldn't help but be charmed by Niffty's infectious enthusiasm, her smile brightening the room despite the lingering tension.

Elara: "Nice to meet you, Niffty. I'm Elara."

Niffty: "Oh, it's lovely to meet you too, Elara! I'm the maid and cook here at the hotel, but you can call me Niffty!"

Meanwhile, Husk's gaze swept over the room with a mixture of indifference and annoyance, his grumpy demeanor at odds with Niffty's cheerful disposition.

Charlie: "And this is Husk. He's our front desk clerk and bartender."

Husk grunted in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the gathered staff members.

Charlie: "We're glad to have both of you here, Niffty and Husk. Now, if everyone's settled, let's—"

Before Charlie could finish her sentence, a crackling energy filled the room, and a sudden burst of static heralded the arrival of another unexpected guest—Alastor, the radio demon.

Alastor: "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little staff meeting, is it?"

Charlie's expression shifted from surprise to cautious politeness as she greeted Alastor.

Charlie: "Alastor, always a pleasure. What brings you here?"

Alastor's grin widened as he regarded the assembled staff with a predatory gleam in his eye.

Alastor: "Oh, you know me, my dear Charlie. I couldn't resist the opportunity to join in the festivities. And who do we have here? A new face, it seems."

Elara tensed as Alastor's gaze fell upon her, his smile sending a shiver down her spine.

Elara: "We've met before, Alastor."

Alastor's smile widened into a grin, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

Alastor: "Ah, indeed we have. How could I forget such a delightful encounter?"

Just as Elara was about to respond, Angel Dust approached her, his expression tense as he guided her away from Alastor's unsettling presence.

Angel Dust: "Elara, we need to talk. Now."

Before Elara could protest, Angel Dust led her to a secluded corner of the room, his voice low and urgent.

Angel Dust: "Listen, Elara. Alastor may seem charming, but trust me, he's bad news. You need to be careful around him."

Elara nodded, her heart pounding with apprehension at Angel Dust's warning. She had already sensed something unsettling about Alastor, but now, with Angel Dust's cautionary words ringing in her ears, she knew she had to stay on guard.

Meanwhile, Alastor's attention had already shifted, his gaze sweeping over the room with a calculating glint in his eye. With each passing moment, the Hazbin Hotel seemed to grow more chaotic and unpredictable—a reflection of the twisted world of Hell itself.

Elara grappling with the unsettling presence of Alastor and the warnings of Angel Dust, knowing that her journey in the Hazbin Hotel was only just beginning—a journey fraught with danger, intrigue, and the ever-present threat of damnation.