Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 24 Murder and arson in the past life, acting in hell in this life

Inside the bright red hotel lobby, you, dressed in makeshift costumes, are performing a play for the delighted little princess of hell, a play intended to "make sinners feel good."

"So, is that why you didn't sell a single 'devil dandruff'? He's just an innocent and adorable kid. Wouldn't it have been easy to sell him this kind of bad stuff?"

You are almost completely hidden in the darkness at the edge of the stage, with only half of your face visible and your hands behind your back.

You look coldly at the reluctant spider sinner in front of you and ask the question above in what you believe to be a stern tone.

"...My God, there are so many demons in hell who can recite lines, why did you have to send this guy? And don't you even listen to what you're saying?"

Angel, who made no attempt to hide his disdain for your "superb" delivery of lines, stared at you speechlessly.

"At this time, you should call me Boss."

Wearing the same trench coat as the other person, you interrupt him with your hands behind your back, then look at the spider sinner in front of you with feigned seriousness.

"Now, explain your actions. Who made that innocent and lovely child refuse your abhorrent behavior, and who instructed him to refuse you?"

"..."

"...Oh my god, I can't take it anymore...! Who the hell wrote this script?!"

Angel, who was getting more and more annoyed by the lines he read, felt like he was about to laugh in frustration. He slapped the script in his hand in disgust and turned to look at Shirley and Vicky sitting on the sofa.

Angel was surprised that ■■■, who had been busy in the kitchen, could also be called over. He could clearly smell the aroma coming from the kitchen, but his own torment was still not over!

Rather than putting on a theatrical show with that hotel newbie he didn't like, he'd rather have a hot late-night snack and then face his real, shitty boss tomorrow!

"Isn't it great? Right? Come on, let's keep acting! ■■■ Although her lines were terrible, her expressions were spot on! Isn't that right?"

It was obvious at a glance that Shirley was the "culprit," and she cupped her face in one hand, turning to Vicky next to her excitedly and saying this.

Knowing all along how terrible it was for ■■■ to read lines, Vicky blatantly lied: "Uh...uh...um."

"...What the hell? This is her usual expression! What's the difference between this and her usual look!?"

Angel, who was being subjected to multiple forms of torture at the same time, stared wide-eyed, looking both incredulous and frantic.

"That's enough, kid. If you don't complete the simple goal I gave you, you'll be punished."

Before Angel could make the entire script written by Shirley go off-topic, you immediately wrapped your tail around the other person's waist and then pulled them into your arms.

The spider sinner's soft, plump chest was huddled together with you, and your nose, which was several times more sensitive than that of a normal demon, immediately caught a sweet, cloying scent.

The pretty pink and white spider seemed a little surprised that you would do something outside the script, pulling the other person into your arms and then putting your arm around their waist.

Although he was the tallest person in the entire hotel, you still felt he was pitifully light.

The surprised look that Angel, suspended in mid-air, cast at you ended in an instant.

To your surprise, Angel didn't flirt with you in a cheeky way this time. Instead, he looked away with an unpleasant expression.

"...God, [insert God's name here], really! Say something! Do you really think we can go on like this?"

Feeling utterly helpless, Angel Dester broke down and opened his arms to the hotel chef in front of him, whose face remained expressionless.

"Of course not, you haven't proven your worth to me yet."

You gazed into his heterochromatic eyes with your calm, unwavering gaze.

Angel is a really cute but talkative little gay spider.

Occasionally, with his permission, you might rub his face; it feels soft and fluffy.

When Angel Dust softens his expression and stops being sarcastic, he is a beautiful and lovable little angel.

"Our company doesn't need a monster like you. Leave here, go pursue your freedom, and prove your worth, kid."

You gently pulled Angel up, then gave him a light push without any expression on your face.

"Useless little thing, you're fired, you're free... uh!"

After you pushed Angel away, his astonished face flashed past your sight, and a shadow suddenly rose from the spot, blocking your view.

"Oh, so you're the boss of the employee who sells drugs to those innocent, adorable, and foolish children over there, my beautiful lady."

A loud broadcast came from the shadowy figure overflowing with green light, and a pair of eyes flashing red opened from the darkness.

Alastor, now dressed in a police uniform, made a grand entrance carrying his ever-present cane.

you:"……"

Although he wasn't wearing a police hat, Alastor, who was playing a policeman, had for some reason styled his hair into a very short ponytail at the back of his head, which made him look rather playful and cute.

You might think it's great that an old relic has been given a new look.

But you think it would have been better if he hadn't used his dark tentacles to restrain you.

Moreover, compared to the restraints most commonly used by the police, you feel that the broadcasting demon at this moment is more like a thug holding a knife to your chin.

"...This is the script you wrote?"

After leaving Alastor, Vicky immediately sensed something was wrong and glanced suspiciously at Shirley, who was watching with great interest.

"Almost there! It's just that Alastor, we don't seem to have a scene where we fight..."

The little princess of Hell, engrossed in watching, glanced innocently at Vicky beside her, then looked at Alastor, who seemed to be in a very good mood, with a conflicted expression of discussion.

At this very moment, the elegant "police officer" broadcasting demon with a small ponytail is pressing his cane against the neck of the Eastern Sinner, who stands expressionless in place.

These two characters, one a policeman he played and the other a drug kingpin, were completely unlike each other. Aside from the genuine emotion they displayed in their roles of restraining and being restrained, everything else could only be described as a hodgepodge.

"...That's really surprising. I thought you would sit elegantly on the sofa and watch this farce."

You stood there like a corpse, not turning your head back.

Alastor stands ghost-like behind you, his intermittent aversion to physical contact evident as he presses his cane against your neck.

Listening to that extremely obvious hissing sound from the radio, if you weren't still considered comrades, you'd really suspect he was going to strangle you with his bare hands the next second.

"Hmm... a conjecture that needs further discussion, my dear."

The sinner lord whispers in your ear in a light and cheerful voice, and a rich, swampy smell mixed with the stench of decaying vegetation emanates from him.

He rests his thin chin against your shoulder, and with just a slight turn of your head, you can see the beast's mouth stretching almost to his temples and his sharp teeth.

Red-glowing symbols spilled out from the broadcasting demon behind him like some kind of undercurrent, but Alastor, who was doing such a wicked thing, just drooped his eyelids and looked bored.

He seemed regretful for being so close to you, but it was just a feigned attempt to control you.

"Do you have to do this? Let her go! This is my Strawberry Sweetheart BOSS! Didn't you see the hair accessory I put on her hair? Oh... you strawberry bastard, how dare you treat her like this?"

Angel, whom you had just pushed out, suddenly turned around and, much taller than Alastor, the Spider Sinner pulled you into his arms from the Broadcast Demon's grasp with some displeasure.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, you stare wide-eyed at Angel, who has pulled you into his arms—

When did Angel Durst become able to play this kind of hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress role? Isn't he usually the one being rescued?

When you see that it's Angel who's here to "steal" you, you don't feel any resistance from Alastor.

He even raised his hands above his head in a momentary gesture of surrender when Angel came to grab you.

With your entire back of the head nestled in the soft chest of the Spider Sinner, you stare blankly at the Broadcast Demon not far from you. The Demon is currently in the posture of an old nobleman, with his hands behind his back and his smile unchanged.

"I didn't expect such an unexpected event! It seems your former subordinates didn't abandon you? That's truly touching. You must be a very respected BOSS."

Alastor first spoke in a cheerful yet sarcastic tone, but after saying the last sentence, his tone suddenly dropped sharply.

"But that's it."

"Pathetic fellows."

Four thick tentacles extended from Alastor's back, and after he adopted an attack stance, you could clearly feel a sense of oppressive malice.

The broadcast demon is just standing opposite you, watching you with interest. Although you know it can't hurt you, you don't rule out the possibility that it might attack you because it finds it amusing.

You, who were being held by the shoulder by Angel like a rag doll, instantly came to your senses.

Your expression cracked slightly as you pursed your lips, then deftly used your tail to protect Angel behind you.

Seeing Alastor suddenly assume a fighting stance and his smile deepen, you narrowed your eyes unhappily.

A long, blood-red spear slowly materializes from your hand.