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Carmilla had not informed any of the Hotel's staff that she would be bringing her daughters over, but that didn't stop Alastor from welcoming them with his usual unnerving grin.
"Carmilla! It's good to see you again! I wasn’t expecting to join your daughter’s during deliveries!" Alastor greeted them jovially. If one didn’t know better, they'd think he was greeting an old friend instead of an associate whom he barely interacted with. "Did a certain someone order something truly horrific this time?"
Carmilla didn't have time to respond before someone else spoke up.
"Sir Pentious did what?!" It was one of the two women in the commercial. The one who was clearly of angelic origins. "You promised Charlie that you would stop ordering weapons from Overlords! "
"Now Vaggie," chided the Hotel's founder, who inexplicably wasn't in the official commercial promoting her establishment, "I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation-"
"I asssure you that I did no ssssuch thing!" Sir Pentious cut in. If the Princess of Hell felt any annoyance at being interrupted by a lowly sinner, it didn't show on her face.
"Then why is the entire Carmine family on our doorstep?!" Vaggie demanded.
"How am I sssupposssed to know? I'm not the only person who'sss ssstaying here! Maybe they're here for Alassstor!" Sir Pentious pointed accusingly at said demon.
"Well, it has been a while since Carmilla and I had a chat! It'd be wonderful to catch-"
"I'm not here for Alastor," Carmilla interrupted.
Alastor's left eye twitched and he started emanating a slightly more malicious aura than usual.
"But for what it's worth, welcome back." Carmilla continued, meeting his gaze completely unphased.
Her daughters, however, were not as used to dealing with Alastor's bullshit and felt the need to chime in to protect her.
"Sales have been up 57% since you came back," Odette said, pretending to read her clipboard.
Clara nodded. "Lot's of demons are already in a vulnerable place because of the extermination."
Thankfully, Alastor seemed placated by the implications her daughter's statements.
"So we're back to weapons delivery." The angel said.
"We haven't received any orders for this address in quite some time." Odette said, putting away her clipboard.
The Princess of Hell's expression brightened. "Are you here to check into the hotel?!" she exclaimed, bouncing in place with childlike wonder.
Alastor raised an eyebrow but thankfully chose to remain quiet. Vaggie glared at Carmilla, not bothering to hide her suspicion.
"We're considering as such, for my daughters." Carmilla responded, carefully keeping her tone neutral.
The way the Princess lit up was as if Carmilla had promised that the exterminations would end immediately. Her companions were a different story. The angel was apparently so surprised that she couldn't be bothered to hide it. Alastor took it upon himself to glare suspiciously at her in his co-worker's stead. If he were willing to drop that silly looking grin of his for even a second she was sure he would be full on scowling at her.
"That's wonderful!" the Princess exclaimed, smiling brightly. She reached out, taking one of both of her daughters hands into each of her own and using it to pull them towards her. Her daughters stumbled forward with surprised exclamations but caught themselves before they could fall into her. "I promise that you guys are going to love it here! So much so that you'll never want to leave! I mean, except for when you get into Heaven, of course."
Clara scrunched her nose up with disgust, eyeing a nearby suspicious stain on the carpet. Out of nowhere the tiny maid came scurrying after a fleeing roach, knife in hand. Clara stumbled backward in order to keep herself from getting stabbed in the foot as the maid repeatedly failed to hit her target. A particularly close call ended up with her landing flat on her ass. The maid continued to chase the bug as if nothing happened, giggling maniacally.
"That's Niffty! Don't worry about her! She's harmless...." the Princess said, "....As long as you’re not a bug."
She extended a hand to Clara to help her up, who took it begrudgingly and quickly let go once she was upright again.
"Over there are our residents and our lovely bartender, Husk!" She gestured to the bar as she spoke.
Odette looked past the Princess, to where the other occupants were.
Sir Pentious had slithered over to bar, clearly trying to appear uninterested now that he wasn't under fire but failing since he kept glancing back at them.
This amused Angel Dust, if the mischievous grin on his face was anything to go by. While his companion was distracted, he stretched out one of his long legs, hooking it to the stool his companion was coiled on and yanking it. Sir Pentious and his stool fell to the ground with a loud 'thud'. Angel laughed obnoxiously as the other Sinner loudly cursed him out.
The bartender took the bottle of whatever he was serving them and began chugging it down like he was hoping it would kill him again.
"Now Angel, that wasn't very nice," the Princess chided gently," Why don't you apologize to Sir Pentious and help show these two wonderful ladies around?"
Angel scowled. "Can't you see I'm busy getting wasted?" he demanded, gesturing to his glass of whatever. "Why do I gotta do it?"
The angel crossed her arms, glaring at him. "How about because it's a nice thing to do?" she said.
Under her breath she added, "Sabía que esa barra causaría más problemas de los que valia."
(Now that she mentioned it, why did a hotel that's purpose was to rehabilitate Sinners even have a bar to begin with? And why was it green?)
"Hmm...." Angel Dust mocked consideration for a few moments before smirking. "Not a chance in Double Hell, canga piatta. Just make Pentious do it."
The angel growled in frustration. Before she could reply, Sir Pentious spoke up from the ground where he was struggling to disentangle himself from his barstool to stand upright.
"It would -hgnh!- be my hon -urgk!-...or to give -ow!- Miss Carmi-eugck!-ne'ssss daughtersssss a tour of this fine esssstablisssshment!"
Odette and Clara shared a glance, both having the same thought in mind.