Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss X Reader Oneshots and Imagines

Alastor x Fem!Demon Reader Pt1

Reader is my OC, the Campsite Murderer, who died in 1994. Kinda different plot of Hazbin Hotel, I decided to completely disregard it.

Y/n's POV

While I thought the idea of redemption was fun, it was more of a idle fantasy. There was seriously no chance of me EVER getting into heaven.

I should probably clarify why. When I was alive, I was known as the Campsite Murderer, all throughout southern Canada and the United States in the 1990's. I went around and slaughtered various campers and travellers, disposing the remains in campfires and lakes. They didn't catch me for years, until the summer of 94', when I was hunting down a group of girl scouts. One of the little bitches got away and told the whole scary story to the cops. Perfectly described the nasty evil killer, too. Well enough that every fucking state knew who I was, and it didn't take long for them to find me.

I've been hanging around the Happy Hotel for a couple of days. Apparently I'm pretty infamous in hell, and Charlie thought that if I 'made an effort', then a bunch of demons would follow. So far, only some prozzie showed up for the free rooms. He's fine, in an insufferable way.

Grabbing the remote, I flipped to the 666 station. I've always like the news; back when I was alive, it was a way for me to see the world pathetically dealing with my little excursions. But down here it's all turf wars and propaganda.

Charlie appeared on the screen, nervously gripping a sheet of paper and awkwardly smiling into the camera. I tuned out as she started going on about the possibility of redemption. I zoned back in when I heard her mention my name.

"That's right," she was saying, pictures of me and Angel on the screen. "~we've already had two well-known guests staying with us. They've made so much progress!"

I snorted with laughter. Me, making progress? I barely came down for meals, let alone tried to rehabilitate myself. And I knew that Angel wasn't any better. I had literally watched him leave the hotel this morning with a gun in his hand.

Killjoy knew he wasn't trying either, and the screen cut to Angel firing bullets at the the weird egg things. My phone buzzed, Vaggie's name lighting up. I groaned and swiped right. "What's up, buzzkill?"

"So what, you just didn't even TRY to stop him from leaving?" Vaggie shouted, skipping right to the yelling. I shrugged, making an 'I dunno' noise. "He gave me fifty bucks for my silence," I told her, clicking off the tv.

Vaggie let out a cry of frustration. "Charlie and I are picking him up. Don't do anything stupid, you hear me?"

"Uh huh, right, do something stupid, okay byeeee!" I snickered, shutting off the call and throwing my phone onto my bed before she could scream at me more.

I left my room and wandered down the long, dusty hallways, running my nails across the textured wallpaper and knocking picture frames slightly off-centre, just enough to drive Vaggie nuts.

I hummed the opening to All Star as I slid down the banister of the foyer's staircase. When I landed, the old wood creaked beneath my feet. 

I looked up as a knock sounded from the obnoxiously painted apple doors. I wandered over and swung the doors open. Stranger danger doesn't exist in hell. Everything is danger. And besides, I was literally why the term 'Stranger Danger' exists.

Standing on the doorstep was a ridiculously tall demon,dressed entirely in red. He looked surprised to see me, and bowed in greeting. 

"Good evening! Is this the 'Happy' Hotel?" he questioned, trying to peer behind me at the darkened building. "It is," I said, trying to figure out if it was worth letting him enter. I turned and walked away from the door, letting him inside. 

"I'm guessing you're here to see the Princess," I said, sitting down on the nearest armchair. Red Boy nodded. "I take it she's occupied elsewhere." He suddenly laughed, and his grin spread wider. "Oh, silly me. I haven't yet introduced myself!"

He faded into shadow and materialised in the chair next to me. He held out his hand. "The name's Alastor, my dear. And you are?"

I took his hand and gingerly shook it. "Y/n."

Not letting go of my hand, he turned it over and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." he murmured.

Part 2 is on the way!