Next gen: Hellaverse · Y/n story by @Hellsangel

The hotel lobby was quieter than it had been in months. The usual chaos of sinners stumbling through the front doors had dwindled to a gentle murmur, the echo of footsteps on marble and the occasional creak of an old chair.

Thorne

Okay. Okay. So. We’ve got three potential guests coming in today. he counts on his fingers One is a voluntary sign-up. Two are... uh. Being forced by their parents.

Evie

from behind the desk, not looking up from her phone Forced. That’s a great start.

Thorne

It’s a start! he beams And starts are what we need. The hotel’s been dead since Mom and Mom handed it over. We’ve got to make it lively again. We’ve got to make it the place.

Evie

finally glances up We’ve got to not burn it down first.

Thorne

That’s the spirit!

The front door creaked open. A gust of brimstone-scented air rolled in, carrying the faint sound of distant screaming from the city beyond. A tall figure stepped through the threshold, silhouetted against the red glow of Pentagram City.

???

voice smooth, calm Well, well. This is the place? Smells like old dreams and newer regrets.