"Hell Hath No Fury" Hazbin Hotel x Bayonetta Crossover

Chapter 3: Witch in the Lobby

Bayonetta's heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the Hazbin Hotel as she strolled inside, making a grand entrance as if she were stepping into some high-society gathering. The lobby, dimly lit with flickering chandeliers and neon signs, seemed almost quaint in comparison to the chaos of the battlefield she had just left behind.

Alastor and the others were already waiting, their expectant gazes on her. Angel Dust was lounging on one of the plush sofas, his legs kicked up and his ever-present smirk on display. Vaggie stood with her arms crossed, eyeing Bayonetta with a mix of wariness and curiosity. Charlie, ever the optimist, greeted her with an eager smile.

"Well, here we are!" Charlie chirped, her voice tinged with excitement. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! We're so glad you're here, really. We're a bit unconventional, but we believe in second chances!"

Bayonetta surveyed the room with a bored glance before speaking, her voice dripping with dry amusement. "Second chances, hmm? How quaint. Tell me, darling, what kind of second chances can you offer in a place like this? I'm more used to chaos than redemption."

Vaggie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to be so dismissive. We're trying to make a difference. Maybe you should stick around and see what we're about before running your mouth."

Bayonetta's lips curled into a sly grin as she took in Vaggie's fiery reaction. "Oh, I'm not running my mouth, sweetheart. Just trying to figure out if this place is as ridiculous as it looks." She gestured to the mismatched decor—half gothic, half neon—a blend of Hell's twisted influence and some misguided attempts at "charm."

Niffty, the tiny, energetic maid who had been cleaning in the background, suddenly popped up from behind the counter with a beaming smile. "Ooooh, you've got such a fabulous vibe, darling!" she squeaked, her eyes sparkling as she clutched a duster. "I love the sass! You're like me, but... way taller!"

Bayonetta arched an eyebrow, inspecting Niffty's manic enthusiasm with bemusement. "Well, aren't you a ball of energy. Tell me, darling, do you always clean or do you just get distracted by shiny things?"

Niffty giggled and started twirling around. "I just like everything to sparkle! And you, Miss Bayonetta, sparkle like a diamond! I think we'll get along just fine!"

Bayonetta chuckled, her amusement genuine. "Well, darling, I'll take that as a compliment."

Angel Dust tossed a casual glance at her and fluffed his hair. "Don't mind her. She's got enough energy to power this whole hotel. But hey, you've got the looks. What's your deal, huh? You look like you could start a war just by stepping into a room."

Bayonetta leaned casually against the front desk, taking a moment to survey the hotel's inhabitants. "Oh, trust me, I could. But I'd rather not waste my time on such trivial matters. I've fought wars that would make your little hotel look like a playground."

Angel Dust chuckled darkly. "I'm liking you more by the minute. You've got the right attitude. Not like the others around here who try to sugarcoat Hell. It's Hell, sweetheart. Why pretend otherwise?"

Before Bayonetta could respond, Alastor, ever the gentleman, cleared his throat. "Now, now, let's not get too hasty. We've got a guest, and we should make sure she's comfortable." He gave a slight bow. "Please, allow me to show you to your room, Lady Bayonetta. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to discuss your... history, later."

Bayonetta raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the strange yet respectful demon. "A room, huh? Well, it's been a while since I had a place to call my own. Lead the way, darling."

As they walked through the corridors of the hotel, Bayonetta noted the eclectic mix of demons and other inhabitants milling about. Some were lounging on couches, others playing games, and a few even seemed to be attempting to mend their ways in various, albeit strange, manners. It was a chaotic mix, a far cry from the disciplined battles of her past. Yet, it wasn't entirely without its charm. If anything, it amused her.

"Well, well," Bayonetta remarked as they passed a few particularly oddball characters in the hallway, "Seems like you've got quite the variety of misfits here. What is it you're trying to do again? Teach them to be... decent?"

Charlie, who had been following them closely, nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! We believe in redemption! We want to show the demons of Hell that they don't have to be defined by their past mistakes. They can change! They can find a new purpose!"

Bayonetta gave her a sidelong glance. "And you think that's possible?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "Change in Hell? You're fighting an uphill battle, darling. Redemption doesn't exactly thrive in a place like this."

Charlie's gaze softened, her optimism unwavering. "I know it's hard. But I can't just give up on them. I can't give up on anyone."

Bayonetta was quiet for a moment, observing Charlie's earnest expression. There was something about her—something that reminded Bayonetta of her own past, her own mistakes, and the battles she had fought. But she didn't let the thought linger. She was not in the business of saving people, least of all demons.

Finally, Bayonetta broke the silence. "Well, darling, I didn't come here for some redemption project. I came because I'm curious. I think you'll find I'm more of a force of nature than a therapist."

Alastor, who had been leading the way, stopped in front of a door and turned to her with a smile that was just a touch too sharp. "We're all forces of nature here, Lady Bayonetta. But the difference is, some of us choose to be."

Bayonetta's lips curled into a playful grin. "Well, then I guess we're all in the right place."

As she stepped into the room, she was met with an unexpected silence. The room itself was decorated in a way that tried to mix comfort with the chaotic ambiance of Hell—luxurious, yet a bit too garish for her taste. But it was fine. It would do. She turned to face Alastor, Charlie, and the others who were standing in the doorway.

"I'll be staying for now," Bayonetta said, her voice matter-of-fact. "But don't expect me to join your little crusade. I'm here for the thrills. The chaos. And I will always be a force to be reckoned with."

With that, she closed the door behind her, leaving the others standing in the hallway. As the click of the lock echoed through the hotel, Alastor gave a satisfied smile.

"She'll fit in just fine."