"So, let me get this straight. You're from an alternate reality where hell still exists but we are all different....?" The blonde haired princess of hell concluded, looking exasperated by the second.
"Yeah, what else do you want me to say?" Spat out a dark haired princess of a different hell, annoyed at the princess's attitude. How she could somehow be RELATED with this thing is beyond her.

It was any normal day in hell, or as normal as hell can get. Charlie, the ever-loving sweet and naive demon was making her rounds with the hotel, greeting everyone boisterously. It was a typical day, really. Angel was annoying Husk, Niffty was cleaning like the mad-woman she is, Vaggie was hawking Alastor, Alastor was...Alastor. Really just an average day.
Well average until there was a huge explosion outside the hotel.
Now this wasn't exactly uncommon either, with there being turf wars and whatnot, but very few dared to cause any commotion near the hotel due to a certain overlord residing there.
"Fucking great. Of all places to be having a turf war!" Vaggie cursed, readying her spear and marching her way towards the door. She then aimed her spear at the door, waiting for whatever fresh-hell awaits them.
There was a bit of commotion before the door slowly opened, revealing a mess of demons coming in completely unaware of their surroundings.
"Listen, I never said it worked all the time." A male radio voice exasperated.
"Ugh, wasting my damn time... why did I even bother with this shit..." grumbled a female voice, growling at the radio voice.
"Well I thought it was fun! We should do it again sometime!" stated a nasally female voice, akin to Vaggie's if it wasn't so cheerful.
"Man, ya lot are a fackin' riot! Been years since I had this much entertainment!" laughed a feminine voice, practically identical to Angel's.
The hotel staff stopped and stared at the newcomers, with the newcomers staring back.
Standing before them was the Princess of Hell herself, adorning darkened clothing,dark blue hair, white skin and purple sclera. Standing at her side was a smiling Vaggie, or what was assumed to be Vaggie. Her hair was shorter and her eyes were blue, not light enough to be heaven like but not dark enough like her friend beside her. She wore a puffy pink dress, with a giant bow tied around her waist. She looked at the other hotel patrons and waved.
Finally, behind them were two other demons, carrying more animalistic features on them. One was a tall, green spider, flaunting purple eyeshadow and a green turtle-neck. Very modest compared to his counterpart. He had a smile on his face, clearly enjoying the situation that was occurring. The other demon, not so much.
Looking scarily similar to Alastor himself stood a deer demon who happened to also be green with a splash of purple highlights. Rather than wearing a typical suit like his other, he wore a graphic t-shirt with the label "HIMBO" on it, as well as slacks. He stared at the others petrified, looking back and forth from the open pages of his book he was holding. There was a long silence before the green deer quietly swore to himself.
"Shit...."