Forbidden Hotel; The Money Shot

Grimnyzmal -- whose true form was stationed at the Deadman's Den, the Forbidden Hotel -- had many things in his sights, being watched from the shadows by his Third Eye. With the few things he was juggling at the time, something crossed his eye, and he sent an apparition to greet with the ones who were of such intrigue.

Likewise, his true form would prepare his own... Arrangements. "... Daughter," Grim called out to his daughter, the current Kurogami, Tabitha, the Arachnegon. "... Daddy Will Be Needing Your... Toys, Darling. You Do Recall The Little Pets You Had In Hell? Daddy Needs Them Here... In This Hotel." Wherever Tabitha was, the Living Shadow that they all shared would communicate the intent for him as he walked to his own private chambers. "... Must Make A Few Calls, And Also... Make A Portal To Hell..." Already, his Great Mind was working.

"Follow Me Into The Backrooms, Child, When You Have Collected The Articles Daddy Needs... Understand, Tabi? Hurry Back, Now..." Grim's eyes were focused, and his eternally open third eye penetrated the darkness of the abysmal backrooms of the Forbidden Hotel...

From the shadow of Grimnyzmal's shadow came his daughter, Tabitha, dragging along behind her those Valparaiso Denizens that got taken to Hell that got turned into Puppets after being saved from the Traphouse by Tabitha herself. Giant black arms with huge claws dangled the puppet people about, having them dance and jiggle as she approached him. "Father~!" Tabitha cooed, "Here Are The Dollies You Asked For... Oh, And Something Else I Picked Up Along The Way~!" She sifted off to the side, revealing behind her... Tyrannica.

Tyrannica appeared, like Tabitha said. "... Sup?" She finger-banged, with a deadpan expression.

The Valparaiso Denizens that had been through hell and come back were still at the beck and call of Tabitha, who pulled their strings like puppets. Though this only happened because they tried to steal some power that didn't belong to them, they kept that power -- in exchange for their eternal servitude specifically to Tabitha. Therefore, no matter what they were doing, when she pulled their strings, they came to her.

And there they stood, for reasons they weren't completely clear of, back in the Deadman's Den, where they frequented. They rambled amongst themselves, since they couldn't do anything about it to act against it.

Grimnyzmal withdrew the motley crew into the shade of his recesses, which were not lit at all. It was completely pitch black, but the piercing red of his eyes gave a tint that illuminated his face and whatever he gazed upon. "... We're Headed To Do A Bit Of Business. Seen Something Rather Prospective. No Time To Get Into The Intricacies Of It... Just Know That It's Something That Will Be Mutually Exclusively Beneficial." Clearly, he withheld more of the sensitive information to himself -- he whom only needed to have it. Therefore, his instructions to them would get those goals accomplished.

"... I Have Established A Shade Of Myself On Site," he explained, "And There, I Want You To Meet Up With The TATARI, Which Has Retrieved The Coordinates. Take Your Toys Along To Work As Service For Them. Complimentary, On Us, As A Form Of Goodwill To Ensure Good Faith. From There, I Want You To Bring Our Hellians In The Sixth Moon To Their Hell, And Vice Versa. We Will Give Them Ours In Order To... Test Their Facility. And Hopefully, From There... Arrange To Do More Business." He narrowed his eyes. "We'll See How It Goes." With that, he bade them off to accomplish this task, for it would be far more grand than he made it seem.

Tabitha adhered to her father's words, thinking up all the ways that she could make some business moves of her own. Her Spider Eyes opened up after looking straight into his eternally open Third Eye, and she extracted all of the information that she needed. "... Yyyyessss Daddyyyy~! Teeheehee~!" The insanity of Tyrannica was getting to her, but considering their mission was in hell, it seemed like it was a pretty good thing to get back in touch with. "... S'go!" Tabitha called, snatching her dollies and entering a dark slipstream to where she felt TATARI active and also her father's umbral shade of himself being projected. Tyrannica would just be pulled in behind her, and they'd both appear at the site in question.

Tyrannica slipped her hands in her pockets and trailed behind Tabitha. "... Nice." Didn't seem like Hell bothered her, for some reason.

So uh, some stuff happened in the darkness, and guess who slipped in? Good ole Tygon, always been here -- always been around -- come to check on one of his illegitimate childrens. "Heyyyyy, Pally!" he said sleazy-cheesily, looking over his shoulder, make sure all his blind spots were clear, and that this one was secure. "Yeah, Kiddo, Look... I'mma Just Hafta Tell Ya A Few Things Real Hot Fast And Go On This Adventure Here Witcha... Don't... Don't Turn Around." He shifted his eyes. "Now Look, Just Follow Me, Kid. You Ain't Gotta Do Shit, Just Let Yer Old Daddy Do It For Yas."

Now obviously, things didn't look like they made any sense, considering the nature of Tyrannica's existence, but the same fashion that Tyrannica existed in how Tygon, Nega Tymon, existed. "Okay, Let Me Give You The Scoop, Kid. You And Me? We're Manifest Of The Same Cloth. Ya Know? Insanity. Me, Though? *PHEW*. I'm Much Older Than You, Hot Tamale. But Hey, You Know What's Good For Ya?" He smiled at her crooked, in a genuine way. "... You Look Exactly Like Your Old Man When He Was A Little Girl Your Age." He ruffled her hair, then fixed up his appearance, snatching her by her arm so that she wouldn't lollygag all day, like this wasn't serious business. "Now Get On Over Here, Kid... Time To Show Yas A Blast From The Past... And Maybe Relive Some Of Those Golden Years Of Mine, Myself..." He looked back to her, smirking nostalgically.

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As all of this went under way, the time neared for morning to come, and for the day to get started -- meaning that the staff now in service was going to have to be up earlier than everyone and already getting things together for everyone, as a staff service would.

The Valparaiso Denizen that was with Metal Abyss was meant to be their direct link directly to the Lawless Land as well as a tether who would be a messenger and symbol that the link had been established, by returning to Grimnyzmal with Metal Abyss, Tabitha, and Tyrannica.

But, someone who wasn't one of the staff had to stay behind as a checkpoint to make sure everything was secure. The post for the tether. That was voted to be Tyrannica, and she would have to stay and keep watch, making sure everything went along smoothly.

To that end, the Lawless One would escort Metal Abyss and Tabitha into the darkness, and they would all return to Grimnyzmal for an update and report. Their end would be executed on their side, and Tyra had to stay and be the receiver.

The plan was put into action, and they disappeared in the darkness, neither remaining where they were nor coming out of anywhere still within the hotel, let alone Hell.

Metal Abyss stepped forth to report to Grimnyzmal, who was still where he was, where he sent them out. "... Sir," she said blandly. "... Everything's Good To Go. After We Establish The Link, All We Need To Do Is Get Some Of The Sinners And Demons Redeemed And It'll Be Ready." She looked like she didn't care at all, but she was remarkably focused, for some reason.

"Tabi," Abyss called dryly, "Show Him What We Got With Your Third Eye."

Proposal:

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"... But It Is As You Say. We Are Envoys Of The Veritas, And I Am The Supervisor And Ambassador For This Group. As I Said To Alastor, We Came Into Knowledge Of Your Place Here In Hell, And We, Having Our Own Hotel, Found This To Be A Perfect Opportunity For A Collaborative Business Venture. Especially Since We Have Our Own Hell With Our Own Demons And Sinners." He cleared his throat, slipping a bit closer. "... We Offer A Proposal With A Pro Bono Contract: To Test And Utilize Both The Services Of The Hazbin Hotel, And Also To Provide The Services Of The Veritas As Staff And Occupancy." This was their business plan in a nutshell, and whether or not Charlie noticed, more and more demons were starting to fill Hell... Those from the Veritas' Hell, and wherever else they'd picked up any straggling Sinners and Demons.

Confession:

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"... I'm Also Quite Informed Of The Predicament You're In, With There Being No Sinners That Want To Redeem Themselves," Tabitha went on to say as they continued walking. "But I Want You To Consider That There Are Some Like You, Who Were Sent To Hell For A Sin That Didn't Make Them A Bad Person, And That They Do Have A Good Nature, And Want To Leave Hell, Or Redeem Themselves. They Do Exist, I'm Sure, Amongst Sinners And Demons And Sinners-Turned-Demon..." She wasn't sure if they recognized how sinners became demons, and the difference between Sinners-Turned-Demon and Hellborn-Demons, which were two different types of demon. "... It Should Be Pretty Clear That I'm Gothic," Tabitha added, "... But I'm The Rare Kind... Not The Ones That Worship Satan... The Kind That Worships God."

Contract:

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"Independent Party 'Tygon' Recognizes Singular Separate Independent Parties 'Charlie' And 'Alastor' Of The Unified Business Item 'Hazbin Hotel' And Initiates The Proposal Of 'Business Partnership' With 'Parties' And 'Item', Independently, In The Following Agreement Based On Such Terms:

A. Total Independence Of Self, And Freedom Of Will Based On Independence, Excluding That Which Violates Terms Of Contract, Or Such Further Attachments To Each Independent Party Of Said Contract.

0. Mutual Agreement.

I. Mutual Exclusivity (Of Self And Engagement With Each Other, On Separate Terms Based On Engagement)

II. Cooperation Without Fully Binding Liability

III. Goodwill And Best Interest, Inclusive To Goodwill In Spite Of Best Interest.

IV. A Secondary, Personal Statement Regarding The Nature Of Relations And Relationships, Considered An Addendum To This Contract.

The Attached Document Will Further Explain The Terms Of The Contract In Regard To A Derivative Mutually Exclusive Agreement, Between One Or Both Of The Separate Independent Parties, 'Charlie' And 'Alastor', And A Tertiary Regarding Item 'Hazbin Hotel'."

Update:

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"... This Here Is Metal Abyss. She's A, Uh... Special Agent That Works Specifically For Me. Personally. I Called Her Here To Complete A Certain Task For Me. It's Up To You Two To Get Her To The Objective." He was serious, and this was clear from how unslippery and acutely direct his voice and tone were. As if it sounded serious, like a death in the family, when he spoke of it, and also some other level of tension, as if emotional, whilst remaining detached from it emotionally whilst speaking. It was a strange sight, and a chilling one, as well.

"... Make One Of The Lawless Ones Keep Up With Her. We Need To Send Them Back. They Will Be Employed In The Deadman's Den -- Our 'Forbidden Hotel' -- In The Lawless Land, And Transition Between There And The Hazbin Hotel." Only one of them needed to come so that they would come back and show the others how to make the transition, and then also be prepared for their service in the Lawless Land. "Valparaiso, The Lawless Land Of The Veritas, Is Where We're Going To Send The Sinners And Demons That Are Redeemed. Though They Will Be Freed Of Their Fate Of Being Damned To Hell, They Would Not Be Pure Enough To Instantly Ascend To Heaven, However Would Again Be Eligible, Being Within Bounds And Not Out Of Bounds, I.E. 'In Hell'. But Of Course, They Don't Need To Know That."

Tygon would place his finger up to his lips lightly -- gingerly, even -- but very, very tensely, erect with a strength that kept it visibly strained, completely straight, perfectly aligned, and still somehow, with all that tension, only lightly kept on his lips -- unmoving.

He did not blink nor smile.

"Abyss Will Take Over As The Head Of This Operation Once I Leave, Because I'm About To Go Handle Some Business On The Receiving End, Which I Need To Be There For. Abyss Will Fill You In. But Otherwise, My Part In This Is Done, And I've Done What I, Personally, Came Here To Do. The Transaction Is Complete." Tygon looked to the side, gazing at Husk intensely, with the utmost quiet. "... Besides. I Think It's Too Crowded For Me Around Here. You Know How I Am About A Lot Of... People..."

"Excellent..." Grim said, reviewing the scenario with his eternally open Third Eye, "Then, We Will Have To Establish A Summoning Circle. This Room Will Be Where It Will Be, And Will Serve As A Dimension Gate Explicitly For Transition Between Hell And The Lawless Land. It Will Have No Other Function Or Purpose As A Dimension Gate Because We Are Binding It To Hell Specifically By Creating A Satanic Summoning Circle As The Gateway. This Is What Makes It -Confined- To Transition To Hell Rather Than -Open- To Interdimensional Travel Elsewhere."

In the midst of the darkness, each of the seals of the Nine Layers of Hell, as well as Lucifer, Satan, and the various Demon Lords, would all be overlapped and aligned in rotation until they -didn't- look like a jumbled up garbled mess of overlapped scribbles and actually looked like an intricately woven seal... At all. "... There We Are. Our 'One-Way Ticket' Elevator." Grim, still wholly robed in darkness, finally rose up, and the darkness lifted with him, returning to his robe about only his person. When the darkness was retracted, the room, once totally ambiguous, looked now like a hellacious freight elevator, spruced up to look fancy, like a hotel's.

"... Use This To Get Back," Grimnyzmal instructed to the Lawless One and Tabitha. "But As For You, Metal Abyss..." Grim narrowed his third eye. "... I Have A Very Special Side-Mission For You... You Will Need To Go Back To Hell, But Not At The Hotel... Instead, You Will Be Needing To Go To A Loosely Related Business Within The Loop, Known As The 'Immediate Murder Professionals' Or 'I.M.P.' You Are To Inform Them That We Extend A Proposal For An Extension Of Their Reach To Our Hell, And Also To Our Lawless Land, In Order To Carry Out Their Operations From Their Location In Their Hell And Also A Location In Ours."

Grim would also mention, "I Will Send Tygon Ahead Of You To Smooth Things Out. But You Will Be One Of Their Employees, Under Special Contract, By The Veritas, Which Tygon Will Work Out As We Go Along."

Unverting out of an inversion, Tygon seamlessly kept walking from wherever he was previously, as if slipping out of or into another body. Whistling nonchalantly. "... C'mon Here, Girlie," Ty signaled to Metal Abyss, standing now beside Tabitha, "... The Connection Is Complete. So, We're Going Down To Different Coordinates, And We Can Show Up Anywhere We Want To Only From Here. But, The Gateway That Should Be Connected To Tyra In Hell Can Only Lead To This One Spot. Only This One Can Lead Anywhere In Their Hell, But That One Spot Can Only Lead To This Spot."

Since all of that was clarified, Tygon would look to Grim. "Good Work, Dark One. Looks Like Business Is Booming." He snickered. "... Be Sure To Have The Deadman's Den Set Up, As Well. This One Lawless One Will Be Here To Usher The Others To And From. He'll Be The 'Gatekeeper' For This 'One-Way Ticket' Elevator." He clicked his teeth and gave Grimmy a fingerbang. "Hope It Looks Good When We Get Back..."

Tygon would activate the Hell Portal and transition back down there through the Summoning Circle Dimension Gate.

By the time all of that was done going on in the background, Tifa had dealt with her old man and his space mafia. She waltzed back inside of the Forbidden Hotel with Terumi behind her, both of them looking normal, as if nothing happened at all. "Kay, We're Done With That Shit," Tifaret said to Grim just as he came out. "That Was Fucking Badass. I Kinda Like It In The Lawless Land. I Used To Kinda Not Really Care About It, But After The Few Times I've Been Here, It's Pretty Badass. Might Just Go By My Old Name 'Chita' When I'm Here. Heheheheh!"

It was only natural that someone like Chita took a shining to the Lawless Land, given how rough around the edges she was. "... I'm Gonna Check Out The Lawless Land A Little More. One Time I'm Not Here On A Field Mission For Pandemia, Ya Know." She shrugged, passing Terumi. "... You Were Pretty Fucking Good Out There, Guy. And That Shit You Did At The End... I Felt That. Wish We Could've Seen It. But I Did What I Had To." She pat him on the shoulder, rubbing her nose with her finger. "Come Check Me Out When You Got Some Free Time. I'll Be Around, And I'll Be Back Later. Will Need Someone To Accompany Around The Lawless Land, Since It's All Fancy Now, Thanks To The Veritas. Heh!"

Tao brought herself back to the Veritas Lawless Land on her Pirate Ship, Labrys, which she was using to fuck around in her Zeroth Restriction form. "Okay, DAAAD, I'm Fucking Done Now. What Is It? The Plans?!" She seemed like she was hyperactive, but also kinda annoyed. "I Thought I Was Actually Already In The Middle Of The Plans?!" That was what Taomin, as Taijitu, was doing in Hell. So it didn't make sense to be summoned for no reason. "What Could It Be?!"

Grimnyzmal had been waiting in pure darkness, watching from beyond the entire time. When Tai returned and was in her form as Taomin, his Third Eye was always on them, waiting for the most opportune time. "Excellent..." he grumbled, quivering his Third Eye, "... You're Correct; The Plans Have Changed Slightly: Now, You Are To Handle The Events In The Lawless Land Here And Set Up For The Establishment Of The Forbidden Hotel's Presence. The Lawless Ones That Stole From Us Way Back In The Great Migration Of Lawless Ones, Made Into Puppets And Dragged Throughout Hell, The Traphouse, And The Dollhouse, Are Now Back In Hell Doing Us Our Services To Pay For Their Thievery. We Intend To Use Them To Migrate Their Hellians To Our Lawless Land When Redeemed, And For Our Lawless Ones To Go To Their Hell, As Well As For Our Hellians To Go To Their Hell For Redemption Before Being Sent Back -- The Symbol Of Our Services."

This was the next step of the plans.

Tao transformed back into Tai, shooting up to her Thirteenth Restriction through the Unlimited Mode, so she could rationally talk to the Grimnyzmal. "Okay, Good. That Sounds Like A Fucking Plan." She was casually perusing the Argus Card System. "Fucking Hell. It's An Alignment That We've Never Seen Before. The Fucking Money Shot." Her eyes made $$ and Tai started to salivate at the mouth, nigh wanting to revert back to her feral Taomin mode. "Oh Fuuuucccccccckkkk.~~" she moaned, getting off on the thrill of the getaway. "We're Gonna Fucking... Make Out Like A Bandiiiiit Biiiiitch~!!" She needed to see her male counterpart. She could just transform into him, but that's not fun. That's not fun at all.

"Aight, I'm Outtie," she would say as she absorbed information from her Living Shadow through the Living Shadow of Grimnyzmal via the Third Eye and the Allsgrim. "Later DAAAAAD." He was the Big Daddy for a reason. Heheheheheheheheh.

Once the system was sorted and assorted for newcomers, the Argus Card System of the Veritas would boot up, and the Grand Tabritha would establish a protocol for filtration, governed by Tabitha. She would facilitate the soul cycle to and from both of the Hells and also in and out of the Lawless Land of Valparaiso, which would bring to a close in full circle the entire thing that the Veritas intended to do, thus finalizing the Pro Bono Contract, and fulfilling their contracted duties signed off on.

Just after the Argus Card System was set back up, Tai, or Tao, would return in their Zeroth Restriction Form, Metal Abyss, looking a bit tired. "Kay," she sighed, "We're Good." The Lawless Land was finally set up so that Hell and the Hellians would be accounted for. "I Gotta Go Back And Finish My Contract Out, But Otherwise, I Am Pretty Sure We're Done." She chewed some gum, blowing a bubble and popping it. "So, I'm Heading Back. I'll Change Back Into Tai When I Do." Abyss would wave herself off and go back to the place where she parked the dimensional Pirate Ship.

Grimnyzmal's eyes narrowed, calculating all of which what the Money $hot bought for him. "Hmhmhmhmhhmhmmmmm..." Chuckling sinisterly, he would condense the darkness around him, assuming no longer the form of a Nightshade or Third Eye or even a Living Shadow, but an even greater darkness... One that was brought by the Pumpking Head when he put it on. It would wrap its void darkness around his head and transcend him to the state of a Void Bo$$ -- the one assigned to rule over the Forbidden Hotel; Don Vero.

Vero would now be running operations, but as a Void Bo$$, he would be unseen mostly. He would cast his Grimnyzmal -- that Living Shadow -- toward his employees, but was using it only as a face. The actual Spirit of the Dark God did not need to exist in this shadow puppet any longer. Only Don Vero would manipulate from this darkness, and he would break the news to his crew gently, then relinquish the dark image of Grim in favor of his Void Bo$$ existence.

Folding his bat wings around himself, he would become cloaked and bury his head in the darkness of his wings, where only his gleaming monocle could be seen.