Trials In Love And Space (Billford)

Chapter 30: Hell Part 1

In the 'Pride' ring of Hell, in a tall skyscraper building that advertises 'Hazbin Hotel' in big neon lights, one of the demon tenants lays back on his bed. Black paint on each of the four walls makes the room seem dark and foreboding, causing anyone but its tenant to leave sooner rather than later. A gold chandelier adornes the ceiling, casting its small bulbs in a pattern of yellow light throughout, and a triangular window lets what little light there is inside.
There's a bed in the middle of the room, displaying to all who enter, the superiority of the demon who lives here.
Brix lounges here most of the time, his legs crossed at the ankles and his back propped up against the headboard.

"Hey everyone!!!! We've got a new tenant!!!" Comes the shrill, happy voice from the lobby of the hotel. Brix ignores it.

"Come say hi!!" Charlie calls again, making Brix groan. He'd rather not - he doesn't care about the other tenants of the hotel, but if he doesn't go downstairs to meet the new tenant, then Charlie will be upset. Brix did not need to upset Charlie again; last time, Alastor had backed her up and caused Brix some pain and annoyance.

Brix isn't for this whole "redemption" thing, but he wants to be at the hotel for the sole reason of gaining more power. And the most powerful beings in Hell are here; Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer - who also visits sometimes, and Alastor, the Radio Demon - perfect beings to learn and gain more power from. Brix has his plan.
Plus, who wouldn't want to live in absolute comfort with their own room and catered food and drink?

He gets up from his bed, puts on the overcoat that he always wears, and makes his way downstairs to join the others. As he gets to the stairs, Brix meets Angeldust at the same time, one of the hotel's occupants and one of Hell's most famous porn stars.
"After you, Princess." Brix says with a smirk, holding an arm out toward the stairs.
Angeldust rolls his eyes, "Fuck off." He flips Brix off as he walks past him and down the stairs.
Brix chuckles to himself as he follows Angeldust down the stairs. Their relationship is just a lot of back and forth - they both actually don't mind the other, but Brix knows that Angel is wary of him because he looks a bit like Vox, the TV demon who runs Voxtech.

Brix is also the definition of mayhem, which is why most of the others get annoyed with him. He is the Chaos Demon, after all.

"Everyone, this is Strifer!" Charlie bounces on her heels, spreading both her arms toward the newcomer in a proud display.

The moment Brix lays his eye on this human/bear hybrid, his breath catches. Strifer’s presence is undeniable—strong, rugged, and exuding a raw magnetism that makes him impossible to ignore. His broad, muscular frame fits perfectly with his bear-like silhouette, the kind that stirs something deep inside of Brix. The way his trench coat stretches across his shoulders shows just how solid he really is beneath the fabric.

His hair, dark and slightly wild, curls in thick waves, and just above his ears is a striking grey stripe, adding to his sense of authority and experience.
Something that really catches Brix's attention are the bear-like ears peeking through his hair, twitching slightly as he moves, lending him an almost primal allure, but also adding that undeniable cute factor. There's something about the way he stands—alert, aware—that makes him even more captivating.

Brix can’t help but glance lower, at the way his thighs fill out his pants—solid and powerful. He moves with a quiet, calculated grace, his strength barely contained but always visible in the way his body tenses and relaxes. His hands, with six thick fingers on each, look capable of creating or destroying, rough but somehow inviting.

Then there's his eyes, sharp behind his glasses, scanning the room like he can see everything, understand everything. But even with that sharpness, there's a warmth there—a flicker of something deeper. It makes Brix's pulse quicken. He imagines what it would feel like to be the focus of that gaze, to feel the weight of those hands, the warmth of that body close by.