Befriending Lucifer and making plans for a ride into the hellfire together could not have sounded as fun and intriguing. Witch Motor Inn is certainly in possession of such witchcraft, and we bet our asses that they're actually used to have pentagram cereals for breakfast, drinking their orange juice from bloody grails, and casting their daily curses towards Theresa May and Donald Trump to start the day.
Arswandaru, Faturrachman, and Saptahadi were classmates at Hogwash school of witchcraft where they dissected Demon Innkeepers, and seeked vengeance towards the descendants of the Salem Witch Trials masterminds. The three friends decided to form an occult/carny/biker/druginduced-psych rock band one day when they were plowing snow in front of their house that turned out to be cocaine. Bag em up boys.
And yes, we know they sounded a bit like Uncle Acid and the deadbeats. Hah!