The Sacrificial Lamb Looks Tasty (Alastor x FemReader)

Chapter 1: What the ever-loving f**k?!

Quick Notes:

All non-OC characters belong to Hazbin Hotel and their creator Vivzie. I am so thankful for her creativity and creation of this universe!

All artwork used in the main cover and chapters do not belong to me. They belong to their respective artists and should be admired! If any artists see any of their work depicted in these chapters and want it removed, please message me and let me know! I've added the artwork to help guide the chapters, but I want to be respectful!

The timeline for this starts after the battle with the angels and Adam. If you have not finished Season 1, I'd recommend watching it first. I also have NO idea what Season 2 will include, so everything is made up! I'm not some cool insider that's going to post spoilers.

Alastor is canonically Asexual. The idea behind this fanfiction story is that there are some questioning feelings that come up that even he is unsure of. Is it love? Is it lust? Or is it a desire to control and own? It's confusing him! I will do my best to respect the canonical Alastor, but of course have some fun with it as well!

It will be a couple of chapters before Alastor is even brought into the story. But I hope the world building is worth it!

I also have a second story that's finished called You Won't Get Away Twice. It's another Alastor x Reader story. Not connected to this one in any way. If you're looking for another fanfic, I'd recommend giving it a try! 

If you're looking for a Lucifer x Reader story, I'm making weekly updates for You Shouldn't Want Me. Just an update on my bigger projects! 

Thanks for reading! Have fun sinners!  

I feel like things have finally started calming down. Winter always makes the evenings a bit darker a little earlier. The chill in the air feels nice as long as you have the right coat on. The walk from work back home can be relaxing if I have the right music on my playlist. Recently I've been listening to swing, it's been an earworm that needs attending to. Listening to Duke Ellington and Glenn Miller has proven to be entertaining. I never thought I'd be listening to music before the 1950's after completing my music history class back in college. Ugh, Professor Peterson was such a douchebag when it came to music history. We all failed the first exam. You'd think a room of music majors knew a thing or two, but somehow, they made us all feel like complete idiots.

I've still been getting used to my (h/c) hair growing longer and getting blown in my face from the wind. It seems my beanie no longer holds most of my hair in place, it's just grown too long. I like how it looks, but I hate the maintenance it takes. As I move my hair out of my face, I can't help but smile at the newest addition to my daily wardrobe. I love the beautiful silver with the singular small diamond embedded in the band. It's not as fancy as my dad was hoping I'd receive when he thought about my engagement ring, but it's everything I want. I've known (fiancé's name) throughout most of my college years, and now that we've both graduated and have started careers this just seems like the next logical step.

I still can't believe they asked my dad for my hand in marriage, what an old custom to follow! Also considering how... moody my dad has been lately, it seemed like such a risk to ask. I can't blame him though. When mom passed away two years ago from her cancer diagnosis, I think he was worried about being alone. I know my brother is oversees fighting for our country and he would be here if he could. There's no way I would leave dad by himself. I remember adopting the dog for him too! I thought if he had someone to take care of at home it might get him out more. Poor boy just had to cross that rainbow bridge last week. I can't help but sigh, I feel like everything I try to do to help my dad blows up in my face.

I'm finally at the front door to my dad's place. I'm glad I'm finally here, it's starting to get a little too dark out for my comfort. Strange though, there's only one light on in the house in one of the rooms upstairs. Since when does he have any lights in the house that are red?

I find the key to the front door and open it, welcoming myself to a very dark living room. I flick the light switch on, but nothing happens. The power must be out, that's the only logical solution.

"Dad?!" I yell up the stairs, expecting some response, but I get nothing in return. I drop my bag by the front door and begin looking around as best as I can in the dark space. There are too many beer cans scattered around the kitchen for my liking. I was just here yesterday, and they weren't around, which means this was all done today. I know he's been struggling, which is why I've been trying to stop by more often.

"Dad?! Are you upstairs?!" I yell again, hoping for a response. Again, I get nothing. That light I saw from the window outside must be coming from somewhere though. I shouldn't feel annoyed, but I do. Why can't he just talk to me?

I use my phone light on the stairs to make sure I don't trip on the wooden steps. I look at where the red light is coming from, and it looks like his work room. He must be watching something with his headphones on using whatever data he has left on his phone.

When I go to turn the knob, I think twice about opening the door. If he really is watching something, privately, with headphones on, do I really want to intrude on him? Who knows what he's watching!

"What do you want from me? What can I give you to make this deal happen?" I hear my dad's voice ask.

Who is he talking to? He must not be watching some smut like I thought he was. So, it's safe to enter, right?

I turn the knob and enter the room. Surprisingly, as bright as the red light was from outside, it doesn't seem nearly as bright in the room. It seems cloudy and it's difficult to make out what is happening in the room.

From what little I can see it looks like my dad has some candles on the floor. They're no longer lit, and based on how they look, they must have been lit for some time before finally burning out.

There are some strange markings on the wood floor. Did he paint it? If I didn't know my dad better, it would almost look like he was trying to summon a demon or something.

"(y/n)!" I heard my dad's voice finally recognize me. I look up from the ground at my dad. He is obviously emotional and drunk. He is not in his right mind. How long has he been like this?

"Dad. What the Hell is all of this?" I ask. I take a step towards him but instantly freeze once I can see the shadow of another figure through the red smoke.

I can't make out any features except for a pair of piercing red eyes looking at me. It's standing so close to my dad. Is it real?! Is he seeing it too?!

My dad must also see it. He looks at the strange unknown red eyed creature and points at me. "Her! I'll give you her! Do we have a deal?" My dad asks the figure.

"...dad?" I sound puny. What's wrong with me? Wait... what's wrong with me?! No! What's wrong with him?! What did he just say?!

Before I can ask anything else, the figure shakes hands with my dad and focuses its red eyes back on me. I see their eyes narrow as the red smoky tint in the room starts vanishing, making the room darker and darker every second.

"Dad! What the ever-loving fuck are you saying?! We need to get you help!" Yeah, I sound angry, probably because I am a little angry. I take a few steps towards my dad in the dark room, knowing I'll get to him in just a couple of steps.

I keep walking... and walking... in darkness. I don't hear my dad... I don't hear anything. Just endlessly walking. The room isn't this big, I should have hit something by now. Was that weird smoke some strain of weed and I'm just high as fuck right now?

Finally, I can see something. I'm definitely not in the room with my dad anymore. It looks like I'm in an alley. I look behind me and see a brick wall. This doesn't make any sense. But if I move forward, at least there's... something.

I don't feel nearly as cold as I was just a bit ago. I take the beanie off my head as I walk towards the opening. Once I'm in the main street, I can tell I'm not in my small Midwest town anymore. These tall buildings, dirty streets, red sky. Where... the fuck... am I?