Disclaimer: I don't own Hazbin Hotel. It belongs to Vivziepop.

While finding a neatly wrapped present on the hotel's doorstep is strange and unnerving, Vaggie picks up the box without a hint of hesitancy, much to the surprise of Angel.

"What? Not shish kabobin' a suspicious package left outside?" he jested.

"Ha-ha. Believe it or not, this package is far from suspicious." Vaggie smiled. "Hey, Charlie! It's here!"

The princess of Hell enters the lobby with a more pip in her step. "I wonder what it is this time!"

"We won't know until you opened it." Vaggie giggled as she gives Charlie the present, a gold-colored box with a silver blue ribbon sat on top of the lead.

"'This time?' It's happened before?" Angel asked.

"Besides my birthday and Krampmas, someone has been sending me a present at least once a month for as long as I can remember." Charlie explained. "They'll even have something for Vaggie when we started dating."

"And you don't know who the guy is?" Angel inquired.

"No. But, it's clear they know Charlie." Vaggie said.

"What if it's some creepy stalker?"

"What stalker would give Charlie nothing but nice presents for 100+ years?" Vaggie refuted.

"I don't know, tryin' to win her affection?" Angel asked.

"And yet have something for me too when I came into the picture?" Vaggie smirked. "Besides, we know it's the same guy because they always used this kind of box."

"…So, what is it?" Angel asked curiously.

Charlie takes the lead off, handing it to Vaggie, and picks up a note. "'It's been awhile since I did woodcarving, so I made you a Welsh corgi. As for Vaggie, I made her another dreamcatcher. Hope I didn't become rusty. Best regards, M.'" Charlie pulls out a wooden corgi dog. "Awwww, it's so cute! It'll look adorable with my great bichon frise and cocker spaniel. Oh! And here's the dreamcatcher, Vaggie!" She pulls out a beautifully crafted dreamcatcher with a thick, dark gray hoop and golden/silver-tinted feathers tethered on the bottom.

"It's gorgeous!" Vaggie marveled.

"That's it? Some wood and a net?" Angel questioned.

Vaggie rolled her eyes. "Of course, you wouldn't understand the value of the heart." she smirked. "Whoever this person is, they go out of their way to handmade these. It's honestly touching."

"That someone would find time to make stuff like this. And every month too." Charlie said, clutching the wooden corgi with care. "It shows how much heart and effort they've put in them."

"Wait. Is this the same dude who made that throw blanket last month?" Angel asked.

"Yep." Vaggie answered.

"Hoo…I fell asleep on the couch with that on me and I thought I was on cloud nine." Angel said. "Hadn't slept that good in ages."

"I've used it for patients that were having a hard time sleeping." Charlie said.

"So, uh, is it possible that…I could get something too?" Angel asked awkwardly. The face he made after was oddly adorable.

Charlie and Vaggie exchanged coy smiles. "If you're good." Angel pouts.

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Later that day, the hotel gets an unusual visitor.

Niffty zips over. "Guess what! Charlie's dad is here!"

"Lucifer?" Vaggie puzzled. "Why would he be here?"

"Maybe he's visiting?" Angel wondered.

"I don't know…he didn't like Charlie's idea for this hotel." Vaggie told him. "I wonder what he's going to say to her…"

"Well, we can't find out standin' here."

"Yeah, you're right. We can't keep him waiting." Vaggie said. Before she opened the door, she turns to Angel and pointedly said, "Stay on your best behavior."

"He's the king of Hell and has a smoking hot wife." Angel said bluntly. "I don't think I have any leverage over him." Vaggie opens the door to reveal their royal guest.

Only, it wasn't Lucifer. Or rather, it's someone who kind of looks like Lucifer. It was a man of roughly the same height as the fallen angel and has shoulder-length blonde hair in a low ponytail as well as having no nose and rosy cheeks, very much like Lucifer, and have large eyes, like Charlie. He wore a white suit with a blue shirt and royal blue gloves. He looks like a less demony version of Lucifer. Even the air around him was different, not something you'd typically feel around the denizens of Hell.

"Um…Can we help you?" Vaggie asked.

"If it's no trouble, I would like to speak with Charlotte Magne." the man said calmly. His eyes focused on the moth demon. To her surprise, a soft smile formed on his face. "You must be Vagatha. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He glances at Angel. "And hello to you too, Anthony."

"...Uh…who are you?" Vaggie asked.

"Oh, my apologies. Where are my manners…? I am Michael Gottschalk, my dear. I am one of God's Archangels and the leader of His warrior angels and I am the brother of Lucifer and, by that logic, young Charlotte's uncle." Angel and Vaggie stood silently, staring dumbfounded at the angel outside. Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Michael cleared his throat as he adjusts his white tie. The archangel mustered up a smile. "…So, may I speak with my niece?" The young sinners in front of him stood stiff, quietly still in shock. Michael's smile faltered slightly. "…Is she available?" Angel and Vaggie remained silent and frozen. Michael's smile went away sheepishly. "…I-Is she here?"

Finally, Angel and Vaggie moved to exchange glances. "U-um, c-can you…wait for a moment?"

"Sure…"

Vaggie gently closes the door. She and Angel numbly make their way to the stairs. As they climbed up, they pick up their speed until they got into a full run towards Charlie's room.

I based Michael's appearance on an artwork on Reddit.

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