Don't wake the baby

"Ekon Cage was at the Hazbin Hotel. He had died from being shot at a shooting range after killing a family of 4. He was stern and cold, He didn’t like new things, yet he knew in order to help himself to go to the land of the free, he must redeem himself as a sinner that was misunderstood, just like he always been all his life."

"As Ekon walked into the hotel, He saw a few others glance over at him, slightly unwelcomed, but he didn’t care."

“Who owns this hotel?” He asked, demandingly.

"Ekon's eyes narrowed slightly at the sudden silence, his gaze fixed on Asher and Angel. He didn't like being ignored, but he was more interested in getting an answer to his question than in making a scene."

"What is this place?" He repeated, his voice firm but controlled.

"Ekon's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to bore into Asher and Angel with an intensity that made them shift uncomfortably. He didn't like being dismissed or told what to do, especially by someone he just met."

"I don't need a place to sit," Ekon said curtly. "I asked who owns this hotel. And I want an answer."

"Ekon's gaze didn't waver, his eyes still fixed on Asher and Angel. He seemed to be sizing them up, weighing their words."

"I'm not interested in playing games," Ekon said, his voice low and even. "I've been shot dead by a family I killed at a shooting range. I want to know what this place is and how I can get out of here."

"Ekon's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. He didn't like being told what to do or having his attention span questioned."

"I was paying attention," Ekon growled. "I just don't believe you're telling me the whole truth. What's really going on here? And who is 'judging' us?"

"Ekon's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. He didn't like being given vague answers or being told that there was some higher power controlling everything."

"What entity?" Ekon demanded, his voice rising slightly. "What kind of judgment are you talking about? And what does it have to do with me getting out of here?"

"Ekon's face twisted in disgust, his eyes flashing with anger. He didn't like being told that he was stuck here, and that some entity was judging him as good or evil."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Ekon spat out the words. "You're taking pleasure in watching us suffer and struggle to get out of here. Well, let me tell you something - I'm not going to play your game. I'm not going to try to prove myself for your benefit."

"Ekon's body arched back as the lightning struck, his eyes wide with shock and pain. He felt himself being lifted off the ground, his legs kicking out wildly as he was forced towards the doorway."

"Ahh!" Ekon roared in agony, his voice echoing through the hotel lobby as he struggled against the unseen force holding him down.

"The sound of Ekon's screams echoed through the hotel lobby, growing fainter as he was consumed by the pit of hell. The air seemed to grow thick with an eerie silence, punctuated only by the distant rumble of thunder."

Angel: "whispered" Ah, dear Asher... perhaps it would be wise to keep a closer eye on our guests.

"Asher's eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of mischief as he gazed at Angel, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone."

"Agreed. Let us take our little one to the nursery. I have a feeling that Ekon's... departure will not be the last we see of trouble around here."

"The scene faded to black, the only sound being the gentle cooing of Baby Blake as Asher and Angel rocked him to sleep. The Hazbin Hotel returned to its usual eerie silence, waiting for the next soul to stumble into its doors."