Roxy and Loona's Romantic Revenge

Hazbin Hotel. Eight months later. In a crowded hotel whose corridors were decorated with paintings and sleek designer furniture (with claws and fangs protruding from the edges) and golden statues in the corner niches, a tall, human-like demon slowly made his way through the crowd. His face was stretched in a cheeky, smug grin that showed off his razor-sharp teeth, his eyes were filled with a poorly concealed snideness mixed with disdain for those around him. He was dressed in an expensive crimson jacket and a shirt with a bowtie, and in his right hand was clutched a cane, made in the form of a stage tripod, on the tip of which was installed a microphone with a live eye in the center, which was always rotating and looking around. Apparently, his cane was alive and had its own will and mind. Having leisurely passed the lobby he bowed to the young sinners walking past him (paying special attention to their slender red legs for a second), the demon approached the bar located at the entrance, where the bartender, who resembled a large winged cat that wore a cylinder on his head and had decorations in the form of card suits on the tips of his wings, was working. "Hey, hey, Husky. How are you doing? What do you have for me today, my Cheshire friend?" Sitting down on a stool and turning sharply to face the bartender, said the demon, whose voice sounded like it was coming from an old, poorly tuned radio. "Fuck off, Alastor! How many times do I have to tell you that I hate being called that!" The cat hissed angrily. "I hate that nickname! I hate that fairy tale! And I hate the son of a bitch who wrote it, too!" "Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one before. A couple hundred times," Alastor, who was none other than Radio Demon, said with a chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand as if trying to suppress a yawn. "And it's pretty sad. You might want to change your repertoire a bit. I mean, nobody likes repeats on the air." "Screw you!" Husk snorted, narrowing his eyes angrily at him. "You don't have to look at me like that, you better pour me a drink," Alastor said, leaning his cane against the bar, turning half sideways to the bartender and glancing around the lobby, where the many sinful souls, demons and imps who had come here hoping to earn redemption were resting. "Eh, okay, whatever you say," Husk shrugged and retrieved a slightly dusty bottle of whiskey from under the bar, pouring the dark, fermented liquid into a shot glass. "Here you go. Just the way you like it: booze from the early twenties, a little stale and warm." Alastor picked it up deftly with his fingers and drank it down. "Oh, yes, it's excellent. It reminds me of the Prohibition," he said dreamily, admiring the light danced at the bottom of the glass. "It was a wonderful era. With elegance, glamor and good music." Sound began to emanate from his microphone (which briefly turned into a speaker) and began to sound like jazz accompanied by enthusiastic applause. Radio Demon closed his eyes and smiled broadly, as if indulging in happy memories. "Good ole days," he finally exhaled as the applause suddenly changed to shouts and the roar of machine guns. "Yeah, except for the few shortcomings, like the rampant crime and high poverty rates that nearly brought our once-great country down," Husk said with a snicker. "That's the price of success, my mustachioed friend," Radio Demon grinned. "Yes, yes, whatever you say," the bartender said. "Well, as for your question, things are pretty bad for me right now. A lot of work. I've got a lot of clients. And it's all because of those two bitches who came to us in the beginning and by their behavior began to prove that sinners can be reformed." He spat fiercely into the beer mug and wiped it with a rag, earning disapproving glances from several of the guests who passed by. "Ew, gross," one of them said quietly. "Fuck you!" Husk swore. "There's more alcohol in my saliva than water, so it's completely sterile!" "Anyway, it's because of them that the damned souls have been flocking to us and asking us to help them," he continued, turning to Radio Demon again and finishing his mug, he wiped his forehead and poured all the sweat he'd collected into a jar labeled homemade moonshine. "I sympathize with you, friend. I see you didn't expect our Charlie's scheme to bear such bountiful fruit," Alastor remarked. "Didn't you? As I recall, you didn't really believe in the whole hotel thing until our flea-bitten ladies moved in," Husk reminded him. "That's the beauty of it! The sudden plot development! The unexpected twist! Everything goes wild and unpredictable! Just the way I like it!" Chuckled Radio Demon, whose eyes turned into two tuning red dials for a moment, and satanic symbols began to fly around, scaring a nearby demon, who ran away screaming. "I didn't. It's been a long time since I've been this exhausted. Not even when my squad and I were marching through a jungle of slant-eyes," Husk said, ignoring it. "But it does add some excitement to the once dreary daily routine of our hotel," Alastor said, returning to his normal pupils and winking at a few of the succubus he passed. "Also very amusing to me." "Yeah, you just want to have fun, and someone else has to stand around all day and night pouring booze for all these freeloaders," Husk scolded, glaring at the tenants. "Who, by the looks of it, are going to stay here forever, unless..." He smiled and whispered: "Some of them won't reform. Especially those girls." "Yes, I bet you'd be glad of that," Alastor nodded. "It would put an end to our dispute." "Which I assume is still on the table?" Husk asked. "Of course, you know me, I always keep my word," said the Radio Demon. "And if they're the first ones to leave hell, you win." "Well, I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I forgot to tell you," the cat said smugly, "today one of those winged types in armor came down to us from above... what's his name?" "Archangel?" Alastor prompted. "Yeah, yeah, that's the one. So, rumor has it, he's currently assessing these two babes and...." At that moment, from somewhere in the center of the hotel came a loud sound, as if two dozen orchestral trumpets were blaring, followed by numerous claps and cheers. "Apparently, they passed the test," the bartender finished cheerfully. The Radio Demon looked at him incredulously and picked up his cane and jerked out of his seat, heading toward the central hall, where there was a large crystal dome and a circular platform. Husk smiled wryly and followed him, placing a sign on the bar that read, "Bar Closed". Together they squeezed through the crowd of guests and saw the two girls, Roxy and Loona, standing in the center, with a large archangel dressed in shining armor standing beside them, and the innkeeper Charlie and her friend Veggie standing nearby, their faces glowing with excitement. "Dear guests of the Hazbin Hotel," the Princess of Hell took the microphone and solemnly said. "Today a very significant event has happened. For the first time since the opening of this place, I am pleased to announce that two of our residents, who were among the first to arrive, have successfully completed the rehabilitation course and now, after a thorough review of their cases and several inspections, will be the first to earn forgiveness and go to paradise!" "What?" gasped Alastor. "They did it?" The sinners and demons gathered around applauded loudly. Among them was a tall, long-horned imp who was the father of one of the girls, and his eyes were filled with tears of joy. "And now you will all witness their ascension from hell to heaven! Congratulations, Roxy and Loona!" Charlie finished and, giving Veggie the microphone, walked over to the girls and gave them a big hug. Roxy and Loona waved to the other guests with smiles, and then the archangel wrapped his wings around them and they disappeared with him in a blindingly bright light before everyone's eyes. "Yes, they did," Husk said when it was over. "That means I won, right?" "Looks like it," said Radio Demon, hesitating for a moment, but quickly returning to his cheerful mood. "In that case, it's payback time," the bartender reminded him, wiggling his fingers suggestively. "Don't worry, I'm not backing out on my word," the demon said in a dramatic voice and handed the cat his cane. "Here, take care of it and don't forget to polish it with the tears of the cursed." "Heh-heh, of course," Husk grinned, accepting his magic microphone and scratching his back with it. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Alastor." "So am I, buddy," said the Radio Demon, immediately cheerful, and, pulling a new cane out of the air, added with a smile, "Shall we go celebrate the beginning of change in our lovely hotel?" "Let's go," the bartender replied. "And since you're the fool tonight, the first bottle is on me."

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Somewhere in the vast expanse of paradise. "This is marvelous," Loona said mentally as she walked along the beautiful shady path that stretched among the large green trees, leaving behind her the blooming garden in which she had been walking for hours before. After glancing around the meadow and the flowers growing on it, the girl slowly approached the edge of the cliff, from which she had a wonderful view of the city, whose streets glistened with cleanliness and order, and whose many skyscrapers were so huge that it was impossible to tell exactly where they ended. "Incredible," the hound added as she took a seat on the edge and breathed in the fresh evening air, then began to admire the sunset with a smile, a majestic sight she had grown to love since she had been here. She'd been absolutely thrilled when she'd first seen paradise. Nothing she could imagine before was half as beautiful as what she saw now. There was beauty, peace and harmony everywhere, and the place itself was inhabited by sweet and helpful inhabitants – angels, cherubim and righteous men, who were very polite and kind to her. But what pleased her most was not this, but that inexplicable feeling of calmness and serenity which she had never experienced before. She was no longer afraid of anything, no longer worried that something bad might happen to her, no longer thought about what trials awaited her tomorrow. All this was no longer necessary, and all her fears and doubts vanished without a trace. They were replaced by joy and peace, the very things she had dreamed of all her life. She also loved the way she had changed in appearance. Her new appearance was so much cuter and gentler than it had been in hell: her fur had grown a little and smoother, while her muzzle and body had shrunk a little and looked much prettier and more graceful. She also got wings. Really big wings that made her able to fly. And it felt so good. She had always wanted to know what it was like to take to the skies, and sometimes she secretly envied the succubus who had wings from birth. But that didn't matter now, because now she could fly too, not in the dirty, polluted hell, but among the white and fluffy clouds of paradise itself. "There you are, my love. And I've been looking for you everywhere," said Roxy, who flew up to her at that moment, and who, as well as Loona, became much smaller and cuter. "Did you want to admire the beautiful view?" She asked, sitting down beside her and snuggling against the hound's shoulder, rubbing her cheek a couple times with her nose. "Yes, Roxy. How did you know exactly where to find me?" Loona asked. "It wasn't hard. You always come here when you want to watch the sunset, and our hearts are intertwined and I just have to close my eyes to feel your love," the she-wolf smiled. "Right, I forgot how simple it is here," the hound replied, hugging her too and enjoying the sunset in the company of her girlfriend. Yes, she was still her girlfriend. They weren't forbidden to be together. Sure, they couldn't enjoy unrestrained sex now like they did before, but that was no longer necessary. The kind of love they had developed here was much purer and more satisfying than sex, and the need for physical contact had fallen away on its own. Well, almost. Loona and Roxy looked into each other's eyes and gently kissed. "Well, do you see now that all our efforts were not in vain?" The she-wolf asked. "I do, though I still don't believe we were able to do it," Loona smiled. "We changed our lives and got here. It's unbelievable." "However, it happened," Roxy remarked. "And now we will spend a long and happy eternity together." "Together forever," the hound added, and kissed her again. And just like that, sitting side by side and enjoying the sun slowly receding over the horizon, they continued to dream about what the future held for them in this delightful and beautiful world. The end.