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

V4 | 3.0: OZZIES 2

NO WAY.... THREE CHAPTERS IN THE SPAN OF ONE MONTH?!

FINALLY, FINALLY AFTER SIX MONTHS WE CAN MAKE IT TO SEASON TWO..

Thanks for 1K Votes fr.

Also, I dunno if you guys notice this but my 3rd pov episodes are alot more detailed because I'm used to writing in 3rd person, but it ain't a male reader story without first person ykwim?

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3RD P.O.V

With a quick kiss on the cheek to Millie from Moxxie, he quickly went on his way toward the medium-sized stage.

In his hand was a little guitar that colored a rough mix between hot pink and red, toward the top of the handle a small little skull from probably a long rodent planted.

Y/N watched nervously as he trailed his eyes and followed Moxxie with them. The little guy huddled over the stage and lopped his leg on the top before sliding himself upward with an awkward gesture.

With that, Fizzarolli flung his lengthy body to the small balcony that stood quite low in the air. Just a few feet up to Moxxie. He had an odd grin on his face, like he was plotting something.

Y/N didn't like this, nope, not one bit. It made him feel uneasy.

How would you feel if you saw your ex best friend performing at a club, aka the same place your best friend took his wife to have a date and sing a loving song for her.... In a place full of horny ass people?

Needless to say, this night... Probably wasn't going to end well. But, only time could tell.

Y/N was a shot behind Moxxie, if he turned around, he'd definitely see him. And Blitzo was also, just a few meters to the right of Y/N.

With a nervous smile from Moxxie, he reached his tiny fingers up and grasped the mic, lowering it toward his lips.

Moxxie: "Hello everyone!"

Then a loud screech echoed from the mic like a banshee. And, Y/N tightly gripped his chest as he gently tapped his fist onto the table.

Cringe.

That's all he could possibly feel from that, other than worry.

Y/N: Holy fucking shit. Y/N thought in a raspy voice.

Moxxie quickly noticed his mistake and felt his stomach churn as he smiled even more nervously.

Moxxie: "Oh, um—sorry." – "Thank you for letting me be here."

Moxxie eyed Millie who stared at him with proud, loving eyes that sparkled in the haunting bundle of horniess that was the club.

That somewhat gave him some reassurance as he let out a genuine smile once more.

Moxxie: "It's an honor to pla—"

Wally, out loud: "UUUUGGGHHHH!!! HURRY UP AND SING BOY! I say, I say..."

Y/N turned his face to the side slowly as he stared at the man who sounded like a drunk Western maniac.

It was none other than Wally Wackford. For a moment, Y/N thought about killing Wally then and there, but it'd cause too much trouble, and it'd dishonor Moxxie's bravery to play a song in front of a few hundred people for his lover.

Instead, he sipped his wine and tossed it to the side.

Which, coincidentally flung across the air like a jagged spear and hit the ground right next to Wally, splattering into tens of pieces, one piece in fact, was fast and large enough to slam right into Wally's dick.