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Smoke still lingered over Pentagram City. Three months had passed since the Extermination. The streets had been rebuilt, but the scars remained. Broken walls, burned signs, and silent reminders of the battle were everywhere. The Executioners had long since returned to Heaven, leaving Hell quieter than anyone remembered. Inside the Hazbin Hotel, that silence felt even heavier. No one spoke much about it anymore, but everyone thought about him. Sir Pentious. He had given his life protecting the others, disappearing in a brilliant flash before anyone could save him. Charlie held onto hope that his sacrifice meant something, yet no one knew what became of a sinner after a death like that. Heaven certainly hadn't sent any answers. The hotel continued its mission, but laughter came less often. Even Angel Dust cracked fewer jokes. Husk kept his head down, Niffty cleaned in unusual silence, and Charlie refused to let hope die—even when it hurt. Then... Without warning, the air trembled. A deafening CRACK! A circle of brilliant golden light tore through the ceiling of the lobby, its edges shimmering with holy energy. Everyone froze, instinctively stepping back. Charlie stared wide-eyed while Vaggi instinctively reached for her spear. The portal grew larger. ..someone... fell through. A winged figure tumbled from the radiant opening, crashing hard into the lobby floor as the portal snapped shut behind them, leaving only stunned silence. An angel had just fallen into the Hazbin Hotel.