Hazbin Hotel

Hazbin Hotel, Pentagram City, Hell.

Shirou emiya, stepped out of lift and walked through the gleaming corridor, his eyes flicking over the sleek surfaces and the way the lights bounced off them, creating an illusion of an endless hallway.

When Shirou and Chaldea had arrived in this dimension.

They had found a earth filled with people a little too trigger happy. A hell that was suffering from overpopulation and an uncaring heaven.

Concept of an overpopulated hell was quite bizarre, even by Chaldea's standards.

In the end, Chaldea had managed to **** the heaven and hell to work together, and manage the overpopulation of hell by letting redeemed souls ascend to heaven.

It was a tenuous alliance, one that required constant vigilance and negotiation, but it was a start.

Luckily their were people on all both sides that wanted to make this work.

Shirou reached the door that was his destination, it was the door to the his room in the Hazbin Hotel.

His hand grabbed the shiny handle, He took a deep breath, the scent of brimstone and disinfectant mingling in the air, and pushed the door open.