New Beelzebub in Hazbin Hotel

The booming thump of bass echoed through the grand hall of Gluttony's palace. Multicolored lights flashed in sync with the beat, casting vibrant hues across the writhing crowd of hellhounds. The air smelled of sweat, booze, and something sweetly rotting — a scent that could only be described as "pure chaos."

Beelzebub, Queen of Gluttony, stood atop a raised platform overlooking the wild sea of dancing and howling hellhounds. Her golden eyes scanned the crowd with satisfaction as a mischievous grin tugged at her lips. She raised a clawed hand, commanding attention.

"HOW'S EVERYONE DOING? HAVING FUN?!" she roared, her distorted voice carrying like thunder through the hall.

A deafening chorus of howls and cheers erupted from the crowd below. Hellhounds leaped into the air, some of them tossing drinks, others tossing each other. Beelzebub laughed heartily, leaning against a massive pillar decorated with writhing carvings of demons in excess.

"THAT'S RIGHT! LET IT OUT! DRINK, DANCE, AND HOWL! THE QUEEN IS WATCHING!" she hollered, taking a swig from a crystalline goblet filled with a glowing amber liquid.

She stepped down from the platform, walking among the crowd. Her presence was magnetic. Hellhounds swarmed to her like moths to a flame, each one desperate to grab her attention for even a moment. She grinned at them, sometimes ruffling their ears or shoving them aside playfully.

"Enjoyin' yourself?" she asked a group of hellhounds who were playing tug-of-war with a thick chain. One of them, a scrappy mutt with torn ears, nodded feverishly, panting with excitement.

"Yes, my lady! This is the best night of my life!" he barked, barely holding on as the opposing side tugged with all their might.

Beelzebub chuckled, showing off rows of sharp teeth. "Don't let 'em win, pup! No mercy in Gluttony!" she said with a snarl of mock ferocity, causing the hellhound to double his efforts.

As she moved through the party, her eyes flickered with momentary boredom. Another drink, another cheer, another tug-of-war. It was fun — but routine. She sighed, ready to search for something more amusing.

That's when Pandemonica approached.

"My lady," Pandemonica said, her voice as smooth as ever, her coffee cup somehow still full despite the endless chaos around her. She adjusted her glasses with a small, methodical push. "There is a worker hellhound here requesting permission to transfer to the Lust Ring."

Beelzebub turned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Heeeeeh? Call him over," she said, flicking her wrist dismissively as if she couldn't care less.

Moments later, a tall, broad-shouldered hellhound stepped into the throne room. His sharp red eye darted about cautiously, and he held his posture with surprising dignity for a hellhound. This one wasn't like the rest of the pack. He stopped before Beelzebub and gave a respectful nod.

"So, what's ya name, pup?" she asked, barely glancing at him as she picked at her sharp claws.

"My name is Vortex, my lady," he said with a steady, calm tone. "I'm requesting permission to transfer to the Lust Ring to work for Verosika Mayday."

Beelzebub raised a brow and tilted her head at him. "Who?"

Pandemonica blinked, clearly surprised by her queen's response. "Verosika Mayday, my lady. She's a pop star and succubus icon in the Lust Ring. Very famous."

Beelzebub gave a slow, lazy blink. "Ahhhh, nah, don't know 'er. She any good?"

"Her music is, uh, divisive," Pandemonica said flatly, taking a sip of her coffee. "But she's highly influential."

"Huh, alright," Beelzebub said with a shrug. Her eyes turned back to Vortex, this time looking at him properly. Her grin turned sharper. "So, you wanna leave Gluttony, huh? You must think Lust's got more to offer."

Vortex shifted uncomfortably. "It's more of a career move, my lady. I want to expand my horizons."

Beelzebub's grin didn't fade. "Horizons, huh? That's cute." Her voice began to distort, becoming layered with something deeper and far more menacing. Her eyes glowed brighter as her shadow stretched unnaturally across the floor, encompassing Vortex entirely. "Listen close, pup. If you ever cross me, if you ever mess with my ring, you'll learn the meaning of Gluttony's wrath. I don't give second chances. Understood?"

Her voice echoed like thunder, reverberating through his very bones. Vortex gulped, nodding quickly. "Y-yes, my lady! Understood completely!"

The distortion faded in an instant. Beelzebub's grin returned to its playful, mischievous form. She gave him a slap on the back so hard it nearly knocked him off his feet. "Good pup! Get outta here, then. And tell that Mayday chick to send me a record or somethin'."

Pandemonica watched Vortex practically bolt from the room. She raised an eyebrow at her queen. "You didn't summon me here just for a transfer request, did you, Pandy?" Beelzebub asked, tossing herself onto her throne with a languid stretch.

Pandemonica's face grew serious. She adjusted her glasses. "No, my lady. There's been… a development. Someone's contracted an assassin to target Stolas."

Beelzebub's grin slowly widened into something far more sinister. Her fingers drummed against the armrest of her throne. "Ohhhh? And who's got the guts to take a shot at the birdy?"

Pandemonica didn't hesitate. "His wife. Lady Stella."

There was a pause. Beelzebub's eyes flickered with renewed interest. "Ohohoho… now that's spicy." She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, chin resting on her interlocked fingers. "Alright. Here's what you're gonna do, Pandy."

Pandemonica listened carefully.

"Get the assassin some angelic weapons," Beelzebub ordered. Her grin was wide, teeth sharp as razors. "Make sure there's no way it can be traced back to us. Clean, like a freshly picked bone."

Pandemonica tilted her head, her calm eyes narrowing in confusion. "May I ask why, my lady?"

Beelzebub's grin widened until it was far too large for her face. Her red eyes flashed with wicked amusement. "For fun, Pandy. Pure, unfiltered fun. I wanna see the birdy struggle. I wanna see him squirm."

Pandemonica nodded slowly. "Understood, my lady."

As Pandemonica turned to leave, Beelzebub called out one last time. "Oh, and one more thing. I want someone watchin' that little imp that Stolas likes so much. What was his name again?"

"Blitzo, my lady," Pandemonica replied.

"Ahh, yeah, Blitzo. Eyes on him. If that little clown becomes useful, I wanna know about it." She leaned back on her throne, eyes half-lidded, grin never fading. "Never know when a wild card's gonna change the game."

(End of a chapter)