Caught in the Butterfly's Web (Hazbin Hotel x (y/n)

Val's Ruin

In the dimly lit basement, (Y/n) stood before Velvet, her expression cold and determined as she held out a smartphone, its screen glowing ominously in the darkness.

"Get on social media," (Y/n) commanded, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "You're going to ruin Val once and for all."

Velvet's eyes widened in shock at the demand, her hands trembling with fear and uncertainty. "But why, (Y/n)?" she protested, her voice filled with apprehension.

(Y/n) fixed Velvet with a steely gaze, her patience wearing thin. "Don't play dumb, Velvet," she snapped, her tone dripping with contempt. "Vox will pay for trying to fuck with me and for starters I'm screwing over his partners." The chain tightened on Velvets throat, she knew she had no choice.

With a reluctant sigh, Velvet reached out and took the smartphone from (Y/n)'s outstretched hand, her fingers trembling as she navigated to the social media app. Her heart raced with fear and apprehension as she composed the damning post, her fingers flying across the screen with practiced precision.

And then, with a sense of grim satisfaction, Velvet hit the "post" button, unleashing a torrent of accusations and incriminating evidence against Val for the world to see. As the post went live, (Y/n) watched with a sense of grim satisfaction, knowing that their plan was finally set in motion.

But as the minutes ticked by, a sense of unease began to settle over (Y/n), a nagging doubt that whispered in the back of her mind. Had they gone too far? Would their actions come back to haunt her in the end?

With a sinking feeling in her chest, (Y/n) realized that only time would tell. But for now, all they could do was wait—and hope that her gamble paid off in the end.

The soft knock on the door echoed through (Y/n)'s quiet mansion, startling her from her thoughts.

She grinned madly as she went to see who the Butterflies had lead to her door.

Opening the door, (Y/n) was met with the familiar sight of Val standing on her doorstep, her expression inscrutable behind her polished facade. A small smile tugged at Val's lips as she greeted (Y/n), his voice smooth as silk.

"(Y/n), darling," Val purred, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "I hope I'm not intruding. I simply couldn't resist stopping by for a visit."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment,, she stepped aside, allowing Val to enter her home with a gracious gesture.

As Val glided into the room, his gaze swept over the space with a practiced ease, taking in every detail with a keen eye. With a graceful flourish, she settled into a chair opposite (Y/n), her posture poised and elegant.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" (Y/n) asked, her voice tinged with cautious curiosity.

Val smiled coyly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, just a friendly chat between two old acquaintances," he replied smoothly, her tone deceptively casual.

Despite Val's seemingly innocent demeanor, (Y/n) couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her visit than met the eye. But she remained composed, masking her apprehension behind a polite smile as she waited for Val to make her intentions known.

And as the two sat across from each other in the quiet of the apartment, the tension between them palpable in the air, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind Val's enigmatic smile.

"I'd also like to ask about some rumours circulating the internet about how I'm not good enough for you," Val hissed.

Val's question hung in the air like a heavy cloud, casting a shadow over the room as (Y/n) met his gaze with a mixture of surprise and suspicion..

"I'm not sure what you mean," (Y/n) replied carefully, her voice guarded as she tried to keep her emotions in check. "I don't recall any such thread."

Val arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned forward, his gaze boring into (Y/n) with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Come now, darling," he coaxed, his voice smooth as silk. "We both know that's not true. I've heard whispers of it from my contacts in the fashion industry."

(Y/n) felt a surge of triumph as Val's words washed over her, he was falling right into his trap.

But now, faced with Val's probing questions, she knew that the truth could no longer be hidden. With a heavy sigh, she relented, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"It's true," she admitted reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "There was a thread on a fashion forum, questioning whether you were a high enough clientele to wear custom scarlet-branded clothing. It... it was humiliating." There was an evil grin in her eyes, undermining Bal.

Val's expression hardened, a look of fury crossing his face. He had lost clients, people would snigger behind his back because the bitch in front of him didn't think he was worthy of wearing clothing from the most renowned brand in hell.

"So what do I got to do to get back on your clientele list? There's gotta be something you want?" He asked, he tried to hide the desperation in his voice to keep himself from falling into the Butterfly's web.

She snapped her fingers and the butterfly's brought in a brand new coat that basically shone with brilliance. Val got up and lunged towards it. "Please, I must have it," he pleaded with the Butterfly demon.

She held a contract up for him, "you get your coat, as long with as many replacements as needed but in exchange, you'll be my bitch whenever and wherever," she smirked.

"Yeah, yeah whatever now give me the coat," Vox pleaded as he signed the contract. The butterflies dumped the coat on Val as he vanished into darkness.

Two down.

(Y/n), sat upon her chaise, and poured herself a glass of wine, it was all coming together, the undoing of the Vee's. She had Velvet and Val under her heel. She knew Vox would come looking for them later only to find them in her web, entangled and ensnared. Now that they belonged to her, Vox would be forever under her heel and he wouldn't pull this shit again.

She stretched her hand out for a butterfly to land on, "rough em up a bit, it's time for hell to know that I can be violent as well," she smirked as the butterfly flew from her hands.

Her beautiful butterflies could use some blood. She walked down stairs and into a room with red cocoons, where butterflies fed on the bodies of the souls she had taken.

She could hear the echoes of their screams, "wouldn't the two of you sound nice of Alastors radio show," she smirked as their screams echoed into the darkness.