Now, as amusing as it would be to have Collin appear as my new assistant manager without warning, I knew that was a disaster waiting to happen. So, thanks to my handy public relations team, we sent out an official notice on all social media accounts of not just my club but also my personal ones that I had hired an angel to be part of my club's staff. They made it sound like I was doing this to help continue the ongoing peace between Heaven and Hell by making it sound like I was not only in support of the peace but also open to the concept of angels and demons co-existing. Personally, I really didn't care that much about the politics of it, but I guess it must have worked since the responses weren't as bad as I thought they might be.

Most were "eh, whatever" about it so long as they could still party and drink. A few demons were pissed off and claimed that they weren't going to step into my establishment again. Whatever losers. I got plenty of bees for my hive. And, to my surprise, a couple were in massive support for it. I guess Hell is more open-minded than I thought.

No news came from my fellow Sin Lords or from Lucifer. Either they're still yet to react or thinking about how to respond. Maybe they just don't care. Regardless, nothing terrible had happened save for just some toxic posting, so I decided it was safe to go on with the show, as it were.

It's time to see if my newest employee is going to be worth it or not. It will be Collin's first official day on the floor, and I admit I am nervous. Not as much as Collin will be, but I still got jitters nonetheless. This is the first time I'm ever letting an angel not just inside my club but also as a member of my staff. The cherub has impressed me so far, and it would be a shame for him to crash and burn right out of the gate. Plus, I really don't want to deal with the headache of having an angel killed in my club, so I'm making sure security follows him around and keeps him safe. Because if Collin ends up dead, that's going to leave me a lot of paperwork, which is the bane of every Sin Lord's existence.

It's going to be a regular night with nothing special, so there will be no surprise curve balls for him to start with. However, when it comes to my parties and club nights, there are always crazy things going on. Most of it is harmless fun, but we do get the severe shitty scenarios here and there. I'm sure Collin knows what to allow and not allow since I clarified that this isn't Heaven. We're loose on rules here in Hell but still have rules.

I'm directing the waiters and waitresses where to put our starting appetizers, cocktails, and sweets while the janitors are doing one last cleaning of the floors. My bartenders just finished filling up the ice and the coolers with beer. Security is in place, and the DJ is fixing his soundboard. Collin arrives a moment later from the front door and looks nervous, but despite this, I can see he still has a bright smile.

"Well, you got here on time," I say while checking my phone. "Had no problems getting in?"

"Unless you count getting stared out by all those early bird demons on the waiting line? No," Collin replies while shrugging.

"So let's talk about our plan for the evening," I quickly state while putting my phone away. "It's a simple ordinary affair. Just the usual drinking, eating, and dancing. DJ is the only planned entertainment, from 7PM to 11:30PM, with a break from 9PM to 10PM. We're offering double shots for every single shot from 8PM to 10PM. Kitchen closes at 1AM, and the last rounds for drinks are going to be at 2PM."

"Sounds simple enough," Collin says with a nod.

"Any questions?" I ask him, and he rubs the back of his neck.

"Kinda. Do you mind if I use something to help me manage things?" Collin asks nervously.

"Like what? Your phone? A tablet?" I ask him, but instead, he pulls out some glowing holographic blue and white ball that looks like it was made in Heaven. The sphere seems almost solid yet flows in the air like water, with multiple smaller parts united around a glowing starlike core. I will not deny it. I am very interested in that; a few others nearby are also curious. It's been ages since I was in Heaven, so I'm behind on what kind of tech they have, but even I can see it's way more advanced than what we have here in Hell. "What's that?"

"It's called an Aion," Collin answers with a bright smile. "It's like an advanced computer we use in Heaven, only it's also alive."

"Wait, like an A.I.?" I ask in awe.

"Kinda? But it's got a soul," Collin said as it suddenly floated and zipped around like a fairy. I watched in awe as it zipped around and let out a slight squeaking sound that could be considered the cross between a hummingbird and a mouse.

"Woah," I whisper as it stops before me and touches my snout, making me giggle at the tickle. "It's kinda cute. Does it have a name?"

"Mira," Collin said as "Mira" zipped back over to him and sat comfortably on his big poofy head. Do you mind if Mira has a scan of everything? She's harmless."

I briefly look at the floating living orb of light before shrugging. "Alright, I'm actually curious now. Show me what she can do."

"Got it," Collin said with a grin before looking up at Mira. "Go ahead, Mira. Show them what you can do!"

Mira made a squeaky call before floating up to the middle of the room. Suddenly, her various cubes came out, and the starlike orb shone everywhere. Rays of light shone down upon everything on all four floors, scanning every area as if under a giant laser beam. It almost reminded me of my party disco ball. All my work paused, and I stared at Mira as she scanned the place before combing back together and floating over to a smiling Collin.

"Um, what just happened?" One of my bartenders asks, and I have the same question in mind.

"I'll show you. Mira?" Collin asked.

Suddenly, Mira released several holographic interface windows that reminded me of a sci-fi show. I walk over to look at what they are showing, only to be amazed by what I see. I see a window with a list of all our drinks at each bar, a level of how many we have in stock on the floor and in the back, details about what they contain, alcoholic blood level intoxication, and price for each one. There is another one about our various mixed drinks, one for food and desserts, the DJ's music list, a communications hub for access to everyone's radio, and a few more screens pop up for future guest information, level party numbers, and more.

Everything you would need to know about what was going on in the club was in the access of this tiny sphere.

"This is amazing," I whisper in awe as I touch the screen to get more information. "Did it scan the entire layout and get all this data? How?"

"Sorry, I can't answer that," Collin chuckled. "Trade secret in Heaven."

Trade secret? Wait, is this not a normal thing to have in Heaven?

"Is this experimental?" I ask while resisting the temptation to find some way to bribe Collin to keep it and look to see how it works. Not for any secrets to unearth to use against Heaven, but this would kill my work time in half.

"No, the upper angels have access to it. Lady Chamuel was able to get me one when she heard I got the job," Collin said as Mira landed back on his hand. "It was really nice of her."

Damn, I'm not messing with Chamuel. She might be nice and all, but she's got a vindictive streak if you piss her off. As an angel at the time, I remember when Asmodeus tried to ask her out with his usual "wooing ."He ended up so verbally beaten he had to go through four tubs of ice cream while crying in the shower for three days straight.

"So, I think we're ready," Collin said with a happy grin as he put his hands behind his back.

"You sure? Last chance to back out," I said to him with a grin. He shook his head, and I chuckled before turning to the boys at the door.

"Open the gates and release the hounds, boys! AWOOOOOO!"

The doors to the club opened as a horde of clubbers entered, and the party got started.

***

It's close to midnight, and things have been going well so far. I sang my last number and took selfies with girls celebrating their friend turning twenty-one. Even gave them a round of my special brew as a birthday gift. I can feel the vibes invigorating me as I walk around the second floor, where everyone's having a good time. A couple of friends are doing belly shots off of each other. A young couple is making out on a couch. One of my bartenders is wowing the crowd with some impressive mixing skills. Looking down below, I see a dance-off going on thanks to the DJ agreeing to work overtime due to loving the party so much. Though it's really because he's interested in one of the waitresses I got working near him. Judging by how she's swaying her tail near his eyesight, she's just as curious.

Of course, my night's real focus is on the new hire, who has done better than I expected. Collin was on the first floor, helping deliver a new batch of beer bottles to one of the bars. For a tiny little guy, he sure can lift a lot. It must be that angelic power inside of him.

"I got a spill at Bar 3. There might be a bit of blood mixed in with it. I think someone bit the glass by accident. Also, can someone replace the toilet paper in the first-floor bathroom for the stalls?" Collin reports as his voice echoes on the radio earpiece Bee always had on her. "Katie, do we have that fresh batch of hotdogs?"

"Got them just out of the grill," One of the chefs in the kitchen said.

"I need six waiters to grab what she has and carry them to the VIP section. I still can't believe that many rich businessmen want to have a hotdog eating contest," Collin moans on the other end. " Standby for possible barf cleaning if need be. Also, bars 7 and 11? Mira says you're running low on Howl's Light beer. We'll get some for you soon."

With amusement and satisfaction, I observe Collin hurrying back to the back room doors while many demons were taking photos of him. That had been a recurring theme all day. Many demons had been pointing and looking at Collin in awe or interest. Especially since this was the first time many had ever seen an angel up close. The cherub had taken it all in stride and even allowed a few photos and selfies. More than one tried flirting with him, but he politely declined while the security guys I had set up for him ensured nobody took it too far. Especially the succubuses and incubuses.

Regardless, Collin continued working and focused on the tasks at hand. He wasn't afraid to ask for help and always kept things updated on the tasks at hand. He was never pushy but never lazy. He was quick but never too fast to lose concentration. No wonder Chamael had him as a personal assistant. Whatever happened at this C.H.E.R.U.B. place? Those guys must be kicking their own asses to lose an asset like Collin.

I'm about to head up to the VIP area when I get a call from security. "Bee, we got a situation."

Pressing my earpiece, I ask, "What's up?"

"Girl is arguing with this guy and his friend on the fourth floor. Claims that her boyfriend is cheating on her with their friend and throwing stuff around. She's already broken half a dozen bottles and is holding one, threatening to shank them both with it."

I raise my eyebrow. "So why haven't you taken down the crazy bitch?"

"Boyfriend is insisting this is just a misunderstanding and doesn't want to see her hurt."

Sighing, I reply. "I'll be there."

Damnit, it's always the crazy ones with their lovers. This is why I never let myself get tied down to anyone. I use my wings to buzz up to the fourth floor, where I can easily see where the scenario is. Some crazy German Shepherd-looking Hellhound girl in a ripped-up red dress is screaming profanities at another Hellhound, also a German Shepherd-looking but with spiked blue hair. Behind him is an orange Hellcat with a fiery tail and orange dress. The two look freaked out as the crazy one swings the broken beer bottle like a sword.

Landing between them, all attention is on me as I put two of my four arms on my waist and fold the other two while glaring at the psycho girl. "Hey? What's going on?"

"Get out of my way! I'm going to see if that bitch has nine lives or not!" The crazy Hellhound girlfriend growls as she snaps at the scared Hellcat. She whimpers behind the other Hellhound, who shields her from his crazy girlfriend.

"Hey," Bee growled as she swiped the bottle faster than the Hellhound could blink and tossed it away. "Look, whatever love problems you have can be taken outside. But I'm not going to have you start shit just because he's sleeping with someone else."

"I'm not sleeping with her!" The male Hellhound groans. "We're just friends from school! Nothing more!"

"Bullshit! I know you are planning on dumping me for this slut!" The female Hellhound accuses him.

"After all this?! I might as fucking well do that!" He shouts back at her, which makes her gasp a nd get misty-eyed. "I'm done with you, Jessica! If you're going to act like a crazy bitch every time I go out with someone who isn't you, then you can find someone else to be your boyfriend! We're done!"

Great. Way to make things worse, asshole. "Jessica" looks like she's about to snap upon hearing this and goes through several emotional expressions before hiding her face behind her hair as she looks downward. I get ready to tell security to move with me to get her before she can do something drastic. However, that seems to be what she wants to do as she inches closer to the railing edge of the floor, looks at us with tears in her eyes, yet is smiling.

"F-Fine...If you don't want me..."

Oh fuck.

"THEN YOU WON'T HAVE ME!"

She then throws herself off the railing on the fourth floor as everyone gasps and her boyfriends scream her name. I get ready to dive in and fly down to try and do what I can to save her, but it's too late. Already, there is screaming and shouting below as a loud crash is heard, and we all look over to see that the body has landed on one of the tables. Blood is pouring around the body of the suicidal Hellhound as security rushes in to get everyone to step back from the area.

"Call 911!" I shout at one of the security guards on the fourth floor as I fly do wn and land near the bleeding body. By some miracle, she's alive but barely, as her limbs are all messed up, and she's bleeding in multiple areas. Pieces of glass and wood from the glasses and tables she crashed landed on.

I highly doubt she's going to make it. It might be easier to put her out of mis-

"MOVE!"

Someone suddenly pushes me aside, and when I look up, it's Collin. Ignoring the fact that I just got pushed onto my ass by the little sheep, I see he's got desperation in his eyes as he looks down at the dying Hellhound and checks her injuries. He summons Mira and shouts, "Medical scan!"

The glowing sphere beeps before quickly scanning the Hellhound as visual information of her injuries is shown. Collin looks at the body grimly before touching Mira several times on the orb's cubic outer shell. The cubes form a large screen with the starlight center, giving it a holographic interface. It looks like a shopping site.

I wonder what the hell Collin is thinking in searching for something to buy in front of a soon-to-be corpse, but he quickly searches through it until he finds what he's looking for. He presses hard on the screen, and soon Mira is glowing again and shoots a small beam that seems to be materializing something. It looks like some fancy syringe with light blue liquid in it.

Before I can ask what it is, Collin grabs it and jams it into the dying Hellhound's neck. In an instant, she starts to glow blue, just like the liquid inside of it. My jaw drops upon seeing the wounds slowly heal as the glass and wooden splinters pop out like corks in a wine bottle. The limbs are slowly reforming, and the Hellhound's breathing is becoming more and more stable. I look around as everyone is staring in awe and recording the sight. I can't blame them. I've seen fast healing before, but this is the first time I've seen this.

"What was that?" I ask Collin as I continue to watch the healing process.

"Holystim," Collin answers as he looks at the unconscious Hellhound. "One of the fastest healing items we have in Heaven. Aion's like Mira can materialize any item we purchase online to have it delivered instantly."

"I'm surprised it even healed her to begin with," I point out since I figured anything "holy" would be detrimental to a demon.

"Most would, so I had to search for one that wouldn't," Collin sighs as he looks at the demon. "Thank God there was one."

"...Good job," I tell Collin as I put a hand on his shoulder, and he gives me a warm smile.

Yeah, I did pick a good one, after all.

***

The ambulance took Jessica away with her ex-boyfriend, following out of concern. Even if he was angry at her for what she did, it was clear he didn't want to see her die. Whatever issues they are having, sadly, are not our problem anymore. Once they leave the club, it's out of my hands. Still, I wish them both good luck.

The party vibes died down after that, and I figured it was best to close an hour early. Honestly, a suicide attempt is not the worst thing I've seen here in the club, and it's happened before to some people. Those wanting one last night before going to the bathroom to blow their brains out or OD on pills. I've had to call coroners more than once in my life. That doesn't mean I like it. I hate seeing people kill themselves at my parties. But thankfully, that's been avoided, thanks to Collin.

Once the last guests are gone, I ask him to come to my office. Closing the door behind us, I summon some bourbon and pour a glass for us both. He practically takes and drinks it in one shot before gasping for breath.

"Some first night, huh?" I ask before taking a shot of my own.

"Tell me it's not going to be like that every night?" Collin whispered as he rubbed his head.

"Well, it's not normally that dramatic," I admit with a dark chuckle. "But...good job."

"On saving that Hellhound?"

"That and everything else," I tell him with a small smile. "You were good tonight. You were on top of everything, worked well with the others, remembered the rules, and never got distracted. Saving the Hellhound was a bonus that shows you care about the customers."

"Well, I couldn't just let someone die like that. Even a demon," Collin admits with a slight blush. "I just hope she gets proper help."

"...Let's hope so, too," I pull out my phone and smirk. "But check this out. Someone's a social media star."

Collin looks at my phone and blushes, seeing that he's practically the top trending thing on Voxxer. Many were commenting that it was odd yet cool that Collin had saved a Hellhound from death using some kind of angel-healing medicine. Many were now wanting to come to the club to see him personally. "I...I just did the right thing."

"Doing the right thing is rare here in Hell," I told him with a smirk. "This works out. Not only will you be more liked by demons, but this will bring in new crowds for the club who will come just to see you."

"Glad to know I'm a spectacle for you to use," Collin replies with a deadpan expression, but I can tell he's not being serious.

"Relax," I tell him with a smile. "I'm sure you'll be seen as a norm in a few weeks. So, what did you think about the job on your first day?"

"I enjoyed it!" Collin said with a smile. "It's nice to work again! Plus, I'm not dead! So I guess that's a plus."

I laugh upon hearing this and shake my head. "Well, why don't you head home? You have work tomorrow. Don't want to see your new fans all tired out, right?"

"R-Right," Collin sighs, dreading that part of work tomorrow.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll have more fans than me," I tell him as Collin heads for the door.

"I doubt it," Collin chuckles as he looks at me with a smile. "Competing against someone as beautiful as you? I don't stand a chance."

...Wait, what did he just say?

Collin closes the door, and I'm left alone in my office. I blink my eyes for a bit and take another shot before grinning. "Beautiful, huh?"

Oh, I'm so going to tease him for that.