AN: Okay, this is the first story I'm publishing on this site. This was something I made on the "All Sinners Welcome!" forum on Spacebattles under my name there, MetropolisMCU. Now, while I came up with this, I don't have any interest in moving forward with a full story with it. This is because of two things. 1.) Zero confidence in myself as a writer, and 2.) because the Hazbinverse is so new and only has two pilots and some WoG statements under its belt, I'd have to come up with a lot of extra details to fill in the blanks. Being honest, I have even less confidence in myself to do that. However, if someone likes this idea enough that they'd like to take a crack at it, PM me about it. If I like your writing, you can have the story. With all that said, I own and am entitled to nothing. Hazbin Hotel is owned by Vivienne Medrano and the John Wick franchise is owned by Summit Entertainment. Please support the official release.

It had been a few days since Alastor offered his assistance with the hotel. At the moment, Charlie was skipping through the halls, taking in the sight of the renovations made. The hotel was now neat and tidy thanks to Niffty, and the place felt more prepared to take in sinners and set them on the path to redemption. Charlie just couldn't wait for sinners to start knocking on the do-

*KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK*

Interrupting her thoughts, she heard the sound of someone knocking at the Hotel's front door.

A guest!?, She thought to herself. She hadn't been expecting anyone this soon! Sure, she would have believed that she'd get maybe one or two guests after the first week, but not within the first few days.

Charlie immediately went straight to the front door in the lobby, ignoring Husk sleeping at the front desk surrounded by beer bottles, and steeled herself, preparing to answer and welcome her first - technically second - guest. Okay Charlie, get it together. This is what you've been waiting for. She ran that sentence through her head a couple more times before feeling fully assured. With renewed confidence, she opened the door and answered.

"Welcome to the Happy Ho-", was what she started saying, but then she stopped and took in the sight of the demon in front of her. He was tall, probably a few inches more than her. He was wearing an impressive black three-piece suit that gave the air of someone of high society. While his body looked human, his face was that of a dog, specifically a cross between a beagle and a pit bull with fur as black as the night sky. While his right hand (paw?) had four fingers, his left hand was missing one.

While she'd never seen him physically before, she was well aware of who this man was. He had a reputation as an efficient enforcer for those who hired his services. Needed someone to protect you? He could make sure that no one got within five feet of you. Needed someone gone despite lacking angelic weaponry? He could hunt down and mutilate them in ways ensuring that if they ever came back, it would take decades. She knew this man's name.

Baba Yaga.

Interrupting her confusion and fear, he spoke for the first time since he arrived. "Your highness", he said in a shockingly polite and courteous voice that she didn't expect to hear from one of the most fearsome assassins in Hell, "may I please come in."

"Oh, uh, sure, please come in Mr. Yaga." Charlie tried, and somewhat failed to keep an even voice as she welcomed him into the hotel lobby. "Vaggie!" She called out to her girlfriend, "We have a guest!"

The thumping of footsteps was heard as she brought Baba Yaga into the main lobby as he sat on the couch. Vaggie walked in not a moment later, "Okay Charlie, I'm here. Whose the gu-", she said before slowly coming to an abrupt halt as she saw who the guest was. Tense silence then filled the entire room, only momentarily interrupted by Husk's rather loud snoring.

In that silence, more thumping was heard as Angel Dust began walking toward the lobby. "We gettin' a new guest? Finally, Husk and Al are a bunch a' prudes. Hey princess! Who's the new hottie you" was how he began, before entering the lobby and seeing the guest himself, "brought... in..." was what he finished with. Causing a few more moments of tension.

Said tension was then interrupted when Vaggie and Angel Dust drew a spear and both a tommy gun and bat respectively, both on the defensive as they waited for the assassin to make his move, glaring at him with a mixture of fear and anger. Baba Yaga, rather than pull out a weapon himself, instead calmly lifted his hand as Charlie stood between them to defuse what she thought would be an ensuing fight. "I'm not here for a fight." The assassin said as he, like the hotel owner, tried to pacify the situation at hand.

Both armed demons stared in shock before returning to their original stances not a second later. "I'm not buying it." Vaggie bluntly stated. "Yeah, I ain't eitha.'" Angel added, for once agreeing with the moth demon. "What the fuckin' shit would the biggest contract killa' this side of Hell want with this place?"

Charlie then tried to calm her love and her first guest down again. "Guys, let's just hear him out first, okay? He hasn't hurt anyone... okay he hasn't hurt anyone so far, but let's just give him the benefit of the doubt, you know?" She nervously said as she tried to keep an all out fight from happening within the walls of the hotel.

Both Vaggie and Angel kept their fighting stance and weapons out, still unsure of whether they should. Vaggie was the first to relent. "Fine. But if that cabrón tries anything..." She started with a mixture of anger and concern in her voice. Charlie smiled and said, "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Besides, if things get that bad, we'll just call Alastor."

Vaggie simply grumbled and stepped back. Angel did the same, though he looked more apprehensive than Vaggie did. Not something anyone would ever see from him. Charlie then turned back to their visitor, who still sat as passively as he had since he arrived. "So Mr. Yaga." Charlie began. "Why exactly are you here?"

Baba Yaga continued to sit and proceeded to answer her question with three words. Words that shocked all in the room that heard them. "I seek redemption."

EDIT: Something I probably should have brought up previously since I also brought this up in the Spacebattle's thread where I originally posted this story.

John Wick's demon form is a hybrid of both the dogs he had in the franchise, Daisy, the beagle, and the pit bull he never named.

In terms of specific demon powers, his are largely identical to Angel Dust's. He can manifest one weapon in each hand, albeit it's more limited given that he lacks the extra limbs to be a one man mob like Angel. However, the weapons he can manifest are the modern day armaments he used throughout the films as well as bladed weapons like knives, katanas, and of course... pencils. He also never has to worry about ammunition for firearms since if it runs out, he can just manifest a new gun with a fully loaded clip.

As far as pairings go, when I first thought this thing up, that was never something that came to mind anyway and it's not really something I think about often. This mostly just sticks to canon when it comes to that, especially since the main endgame of the idea is that John is trying to get to Heaven to be with his wife.

That's really all I have to say on the matter. Again, if you like this and I like your writing, PM me and I'll let you know if you can have the story going forward. In the meantime, stay safe out there.