The Devil | Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader |

V1 | 1.0: Job Interview

AND THE FIRST CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. 

Let's see what you guys think of the rewrite frl, go crazy and leave sum comments.

Oh, and also for new readers:

" " : Speech
Italic : Thoughts
Bold: Suspense shit or just Y/N being intimidating.

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Y/N P.O.V

I sat quietly on my worn-out chair, the room dimly lit by the flickering light of the television. With a can of beer in my hand, I took a sip, the taste dull and unexciting.

Emotionlessly, I watched the TV show, feeling a deep sense of boredom washing over me. The thrill of getting drunk and attending parties had lost its appeal. It no longer brought me any joy.

I longed for something more fulfilling, something that could bring a glimmer of excitement to my mundane existence. I rarely ventured outside anymore, and when I did, it was solely to indulge in excessive drinking and aimless wandering.

Even my work ethic was deteriorating, a sign of my growing dissatisfaction.

Restless, I sat up straight, placing the half-empty beer can on the table. My eyes wandered, eventually landing on my phone.

I reached for it, tapping the screen absentmindedly as I scrolled through social media, searching for something, anything, that could captivate my attention.

"I just wish there was something useful on social media," I muttered to myself, my voice filled with a hint of longing.

With a sigh, I navigated to my contacts. The list was short, a reflection of my limited social circle. There were only a handful of names that held any significance to me - my parents, my childhood friend Moxxie, my exes, and a taco stand. A pang of disappointment washed over me as I realized how few people were worth my time.

Determined to break free from my current state of ennui, I growled and decided to call my mother. The phone rang incessantly in the darkness, until finally, she answered. A smile instinctively formed on my face. Despite everything, I still loved her dearly.

"Hey, mom," I greeted her, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice.

"How're you, dear?" she asked, her voice warm and comforting.

"I'm fine, just bored," I confessed, the words spilling out. "So, I decided to call you."

A short cackle escaped from the other end of the line, a sound that brought back memories of happier times.

"You called me as soon as your father arrived," my mother chuckled. "Would you like to speak to him?"

I paused for a moment, contemplating the idea.

"Does he look mad?" I asked cautiously.

"He looks really damn tired," my mother replied honestly.

That was all the information I needed.

"Nah," I replied, a hint of mischief in my voice. "You know how he gets when he's grumpy. Just tell him I called."

"Very well, Y/N. Have a good night, sweetie!" my mother wished me.

As the call ended, a bittersweet smile played on my lips, gradually fading into a frown. I glanced back at my phone, my eyes drawn to another contact - Moxxie.

It had been two and a half years since we last spoke. I wondered how he was doing. The last time we had a conversation, he was head over heels for some woman. I tapped the call button, and almost instantly, his voice filled the air.