Hazbin hotel: the return of his angel

Chapter 11: Trouble

The afternoon sun bathed the hotel's backyard in a warm golden glow as Tsume and her children gathered amidst the lush greenery. With infectious energy, they began to sing, their voices blending harmoniously as they filled the air with joyful melodies. As their voices soared, a magical energy seemed to pulse through the surroundings. Objects levitated and swirled around them, forming intricate patterns in the air. Chairs twirled gracefully, flowers bloomed in vibrant colourings, and ribbons danced in playful arcs.

Unbeknownst to Tsume, her own wings began to unfurl from her back as her back hair color milted away changeing to white along with her outfit, their ethereal beauty shimmering in the sunlight. The music seemed to awaken something within her, igniting a spark of pure joy and freedom. With each note, Tsume became more enraptured, her voice ringing out clear and pure. Her children joined in, their laughter and playful antics adding to the enchantment of the moment. They danced and twirled around their mother, their movements graceful and carefree. Inside the hotel, the captivating music drew the attention of the guests and staff alike. They gathered at the windows and doors, their eyes wide with wonder as they watched the magical scene unfolding before them.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as Tsume and her children reveled in the magic of music and togetherness. It was a moment of pure joy and beauty, a testament to the power of music to unite and uplift the soul. And as the music faded into the gentle breeze, the memory of that enchanting moment lingered in the hearts of all who had witnessed it. As the mesmerizing melody continued to weave its spell, Tsume and her children were completely lost in the moment, their voices rising and falling in perfect harmony. The backyard seemed to come alive with their song, as if every blade of grass and every leaf on the trees were dancing to the rhythm.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel, the enchanting music had drawn the attention of not only the guests but also Charlie, Alastor, and Lucifer. They stood transfixed at the windows, watching the scene unfold with awe and wonder. Charlie couldn't help but smile as she watched her sister and nieces and nephews, their faces glowing with happiness. Alastor's eyes sparkled with admiration as he observed Tsume, his heart swelling with a newfound warmth. Even Lucifer, usually stoic and reserved, found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the magical sight before him.

But as the music reached its crescendo, something unexpected happened. Tsume's wings, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, began to shimmer and glow with an otherworldly radiance. their feathers glistening like precious jewels. The sight was breathtaking, and for a moment, everyone held their breath, captivated by the sheer beauty of it all. allowing them to bask in the ethereal glow of Tsume's wings.

But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the music faded away, and Tsume's wings slowly retracted, returning her to her human form. The backyard fell silent, save for the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. As the spell was broken, Tsume and her children looked around, their eyes alight with joy and wonder. They shared a knowing smile, their hearts filled with the magic of music and the bond they shared as a family.

And as they turned to head back inside, Charlie outlined her plan for the hotel's redemption program, Tsume couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. The idea of standing in front of a crowd, sharing her thoughts and beliefs, filled her with unease. She had always been more comfortable in the quiet solitude of her own thoughts, away from prying eyes and judgmental gazes. When Charlie called her name, Tsume's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure what her sister needed from her, but as Charlie explained her proposal, Tsume's anxiety only grew. The thought of being the center of attention, of having all eyes on her, was daunting to say the least.

"I don't think I can do that, Charlie," Tsume confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not very good with crowds. I... I get stage fright."

Sota, ever the observant one, couldn't help but chime in, his giggles ringing through the room. "Mom has stage fright," he announced with a mischievous grin, earning a sheepish look from Tsume.

Lucifer, who had been listening quietly, nodded in understanding. "I remember," he remarked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Even as a child, Tsume was always a bit shy when it came to public speaking."

Tsume flushed with embarrassment, but she appreciated Lucifer's understanding. Despite her reservations, she knew she couldn't let her fear hold her back. Taking a deep breath, she looked to Charlie with determination in her eyes.

"I'll try my best, Charlie," Tsume promised, her voice steadier now. "But please, don't expect too much from me."

Charlie smiled reassuringly, reaching out to squeeze her sister's hand. "I understand, Tsume," she said softly. "Just do what you can, and remember, we're all here to support you."

With Charlie's encouragement and her family's support, Days Later whoops has allister went out for a meeting which is very long and boring to him he comes back to the hotel to Greek his family but when he calls her name they do not answer or appear making him wonder where they are and then that's when Charlie comes up to him with me that he was not ready for

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he sense something was wrong. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice tense with concern.

Charlie's face paled as she turned to face him. "It's Vox," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "He's got Tsume and the kids."

Alastor's heart skipped a beat. "What? How?" he demanded, his mind racing with worry.

Charlie quickly explained the situation, her voice urgent. "They went shopping, and i noticed they haven't come back" she said. "And now Vox is threatening them."

Alastor's jaw clenched with anger. "I have to find them," he declared, determination flashing in his eyes.

Charlie nodded, her expression grave. "Be careful," she cautioned. "Vox is dangerous." With a nod Alastor dashed out of the hotel, his thoughts consumed by the safety of Tsume and her children. As Alastor raced through the streets of Hell, his mind was a whirlwind of worry and determination. He followed the signal from the TV broadcast, his heart pounding with each passing second. The streets were eerily quiet, with only the distant sounds of chaos echoing in the distance. Suddenly, a voice crackled through his earpiece. It was Vox, taunting him with twisted glee. "You're getting warmer, Alastor," the voice sneered. "But you'll never find them in time."

Alastor gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his cane. He refused to let Vox's words shake him. He pushed forward, his senses on high alert as he navigated through the winding streets. But Vox wasn't making it easy. Every turn seemed to lead to a dead end, every alleyway a maze of confusion. Alastor cursed under his breath, frustration mounting with each passing moment.

Then, just as he was beginning to lose hope, he caught sight of a flicker of movement ahead. He quickened his pace. As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with a menacing figure, flanked by a group of demons. Vox's laughter echoed through the air as he mocked Alastor's efforts. "Too slow, Alastor," he jeered. "You'll never save them in time."

But Alastor refused to back down. With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, he raised his cane, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He would stop at nothing to rescue Tsume and her children from Vox's clutches. With a swift and decisive motion, Alastor lunged forward, his cane crackling with dark energy. The demons lunged at him, but he deftly dodged their attacks, his movements a blur of precision and power.

As the battle raged on, Alastor's mind raced with thoughts of Tsume and her children. He couldn't bear the thought of them in danger, and he knew he had to reach them before it was too late. With a final wave of determination, Alastor dispatched the last of Vox's minions and continued onward. He followed the faint signal from the TV broadcast, his senses honed to a razor-sharp edge as he navigated the treacherous terrain of Hell.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached his destination. Standing before him was a towering fortress, Alastor steeled himself for what lay ahead, With a deep breath, he stepped forward. He knew that time was running out, but he refused to let despair take hold. With every step, he drew closer to rescuing Tsume and her children from Vox's clutches, and he would stop at nothing to ensure their safety.