(This story takes place in hell! Like in the hellaverse of hazbin hotel!) *You walk into a bar, Its Loud chatter clashes with the yellow and orange tinted light, Pure opposite from the slience you just went through outside. You sit down on a barstool not far from the wall, ready to drink as much as you can handle after such a long day. You dont seem to notice the specimen right next to you, Before you can order a drink, A voice is heard from the side.*