His Little Kitten

It seemed like any other normal day in Hell at the Hazbin Hotel. Niffty was frantically chasing the roaches, stabbing at them with a dagger in a frenzied craze as she giggled maniacally; Husker was arguing with Angel Dust at the bar about having too much to drink again while Angel simply waved a dismissive hand at him for the scoldings; and Charlie and Vaggie were in their room, supposedly "discussing some future plans for the hotel", though Angel had made crude comments about them "having their couple's 'alone time' instead."

Alastor casually walked into the hotel lobby, twirling his microphone cane, and stepped behind the counter to glance over the guest book. No new arrivals in the last week and a half... *"Hmm, no wonder they are in such desperate need of making new plans to bring in sinners..."* he mused to himself, though his usual wide grin didn't falter even in the slightest.

As he flipped through the pages of the book, out of the corner of his eye and moving so quickly that he barely even had time to register it, a bright red streak as if it were a fireball fell from the sky outside the front of the hotel, off to the side of the path leading down the hill. It was followed quickly by a loud, crashing thud that suddenly shook the windows on the front of the hotel.

Alastor turned to look out the window, curious about what had happened. Husk and Angel watched from the bar, their bickering having ceased at the sound of the windows rattling. Even Niffty, a roach stuck still squirming on the end of her blade, finally came to a halt as she stared in surprise. A long period of silence followed... Before the front door of the hotel was slowly opened, and a sinner shakily stumbled through the threshold.

She was fairly tall for such a frail-looking girl, was somewhat curvy, and appeared to be feline-like in her features; including small, sand-colored cat ears atop her auburn hair, dainty cat-like paws for feet, and a long, sleek tail swishing with each swaying step she took. However, at noticing the tail swaying to her erratic movements, it became obvious why she was moving so awkwardly - her left hip was severely injured, blood dripping rather profusely from it as she gripped it tightly through the torn and bloody rags that scarcely covered her body.

"...Somebody... help..." she groaned out in pain to anyone close enough to hear, before collapsing just a few feet inside the door.

The entire group moved to rush towards her at seeing her hit the ground, but despite a momentary pause as he almost considered not even caring enough to investigate, Alastor was still the first to reach her as he phased through the shadows to teleport to her side. He quickly glanced over her figure, and upon seeing how much blood was coming from her hip, he instantly had to fight off his primal urge to devour it and instead swiftly scoop her up into his arms, leaving the rest to only watch as he ran up the stairs towards Charlie and Vaggie's room.

As he carried her, she could barely see anything as her head spun, blurring everything out of focus, except for his blood red, glowing eyes. When she noticed them, she gasped and strained to pull away out of shock, but was quickly stopped as a shooting pain rushed through her injured hip, making her cry out and grab it again.

At seeing her eyes meet with his, Alastor glanced down to look at her face as he continued rushing towards Charlie's room. As she tried to pull away from him, his grip on her tightened so he didn't drop her, but when she grabbed at her injury and yelled out, he lessened it a bit so as to not cause her any more harm. "My dear, what happened to you?" he asked, his voice unusually less static-sounding than normal.

"Wh-...where am I...?! Who are you?" she yelped out through her teeth which were gritted together from her pain.

"Calm down, little kitten. My name is Alastor and you're at the Hazbin Hotel, Hell's finest establishment for rehabilitating sinners, my dear!" he replied, his grin widening with pride.

Her eyes grew huge and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she listened to his reply. "H...HELL?!" she stammered out loudly after a moment of silence, just before he finally came to a stop in front of the door to Charlie's room. "...I'm... Dead?" she added, this time in barely a whisper.

Alastor glanced down at her again, his huge, toothy smile doing nothing to ease her anxiety. "Why yes, dear, it would seem that you are! Now, I'm going to give you over to my good friends Charlie and Vaggie. They'll get you all bandaged up and ready to go. Don't fret, darling, this is a safe haven for those... less fortunate souls, such as yourself!"

His grin widened even further, showing his large, razor sharp teeth. Behind him, his shadow danced along the wall as if it had a life of its own, which left the girl feeling even more anxious as she saw it out of the corner of her eyes. But then he finally reached out and knocked on the door in front of them. After some rustling noises from the other side, Charlie opened it, her usual bright, bubbly smile fading into concern as she saw the condition of the girl Alastor was holding.

The feline's expression washed over with both confusion and horror as she processed his words, her mind grappling with the reality of what he was saying. She didn't even know what had happened to lead her here, and until he'd said it, she had no idea she was even in Hell - or dead, for that matter. All she remembered was presumably waking up on the ground with intense pain in her hip, seeing a set of doors nearby, stumbling through them and collapsing before he picked her up.

"I... I..." she tried to form a reply, but her racing mind failed to let her. Just before the door swung open, her vision started to blur and contort again, making her head sway, before she passed out, going limp in his arms.

Seeing her faint in his arms, Alastor quickly handed her to the princess and her partner, explaining to them that she had come into the hotel and collapsed from her injury, so he brought her to them for help. After she was carried to Charlie and Vaggie's bed and carefully laid down, his shadow sat nearby to watch over the feline woman as Alastor returned to his tower to start his nightly broadcast and wait for news of the girl.

*"...She was a beautiful little kitten, I'll give her that, at least,"* he thought to himself in between music breaks of his radio show. *"Why, I haven't seen a pretty thing like that in ages."*