Life for the souls of Dread Keep was an endless routine...
Work, eat, drink, sleep...Work, eat, drink, sleep...Work, eat, drink, sleep...Day after day.
Unless you're exterminated...
For the weak minded souls trapped under Draegan Dreads control their days are spent working in a factories like a pack mule. Risking their own souls just to melt down the angelic metal to make into weapons for something they didn't even question...because they have no other purpose in Hell than to serve their master. Draegan Dread.
On the streets his personal army watches your every move...
Unless you're smart and earn Draegan's favor then you're spared the total memory locked mind control. Instead of working in the factories you work in a department within his headquarters building as a partially freely thinking soul.
One soul in particular was smarter than most. He's been here since the moment he died in 1920. He was lost, empty, and broken by regret. A Wendigo in the disguise of a Satyr.
His name is Amos Williams.
The moment he arrived in Hell in 1920 he was so overwhelmed by remorse that his full demon form took on the appearance of a creature from Native American folklore.
Amaryllis Grace liked to talk about this creature during her All Hallows' Eve river boat tours through the bayou.
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(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
FanfictionHazbin Hotel is Vizipop's creation. I only own my OC the Doe-Eyed Killer Josephine Grace, and any not canon characters, nothing else! Nor do I own the artwork you will see within this story all rights go to the artists! Also a few villains, one mor...