𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 ; hazbin hotel

02

𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥

❝𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲'𝘀 (𝗬/𝗡), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮!❞

▬▬WARNING:
MILD LANGUAGE, DRINKING

MAN EATER!
ACT:000: CHAPTER 02:
GREETINGS

SITTING ALONE in the neon-lit bar, the vibrant hues dance across the dimly lit room, casting an electric glow on the patrons. The air is thick with the pulse of loud music and lively chatter and moaning punctuated by the clinking of glasses and laughter. Taking a sip of your drink, the sharp tang of alcohol mingles with the energetic ambiance, sending a slight memorable memory down your brain. Hmm, it's been such a while since I drank alcohol again. You thought, holding the glass cup filled with liquor.
 
You sighed as the loud music didn't quite fill your unsatisfied boredom. You decided to glance around the environment you're in, taking in the eclectic mix of demons and other hybrids of sinners, each one lost in their own world. It had been over two weeks since you arrived in the pits of this dark abyss; it was truly a surreal feeling that you had never felt before. You absolutely enjoyed the bloodshed you witnessed in each street of hell. It certainly entertained you, but the downside of you being in the underworld filled with different types of demons was that you unfortunately couldn't devour human flesh anymore.
 
So, to satisfy your needs and boredom, you choose to absorb other sinners in the dark or even in the open. It tastes different compared to human flesh, but it still worked. You vividly remembered that you were taken aback at the fact you were able to still absorb and regenerate your limbs after these past weeks of encounters with higher-ranking sinners—to which they refer themselves the Overlords.

Quite hilarious, you might say; they were no match for a former uppermoon—uppermoon 2, to be exact.
 
They were fairly weak against you. Ever since you encountered one of those pests and accidentally killed them with no remorse and just plain boredom, other overlords saw this as a threat to how a measly demon who just died was able to kill a high-ranking demon with no effort whatsoever, so they've decided to try and assassinate you.

Key word: decided to try.
 
Those attempted assassinations only led to a sadistic bloodshed. Sinners and demons that roamed around the area and witnessed that ugly killing spree, they could only feel an uneasy feeling creeping up behind them once they saw how you were having no trouble fighting them off one by one. Instead of seeing you weakly struggling against them, they only saw how your smile grew much more maniacally as each bloodshed passed, as if you were truly enjoying the fight rather than be scared of it.
 
A smile truly fitting for Hell, might I say?

But, eventually, when they saw your potential—perhaps only a little—to absorb Overlords in broad daylight, they knew not to catch your attention if they valued their miserable and pathetic lives. You lowly hummed in your cup when you heard rustling beside you. Someone was taking a seat just right beside you—two of them, actually.

You lowered your shot slightly and flicked open one of your golden fans, to which you found them the other day with some jackass sinner running away with it. You took away its life after that poor yet courageous attempt. You covered your mouth with your fan and glanced towards the two, who were having a vulgar conversation with each other. Talking amongst themselves, it seemed like they didn't notice you at all.
 
One had white fur and had a mop of fluffy white hair that extended from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light pink across it. You also notice he also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. A light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband.
 
The other was a white-skinned cyclops-like demon, having a singular eye with an X-shaped light yellow pupil and a Sunkist-coral sclera. She had long strawberry blonde-pink hair with platinum-blonde accents kept in a half-ponytail by a black ponytail holder and freckle-like spots on her skin.
 
"I fucking hate some motherfuckers in this club; I can't take the hint that I don't want to suck their dicks—don't get me wrong, I like sucking dicks, but I'm having a bad day right now." The arachnid ranted towards his friend.
 
What an interesting vocabulary! You thought, taking a slight sip of your drink again, while the white arachnid scoffed at the suggestion of his friend to simply ignore them and just have fun. "You really think those dickfaces will leave me alone—a fuckin' pornstar? I already need to put up with Valentino; I just want to take a break for now without getting tapped on the shoulder and say, "Hey, I'll pay you if we have sex tonight." The spider grumbled out of pure frustration, gulping down his shot in one go.
 
Deciding to humor your undying boredom, you decided to intervene and walk right through their conversation. "I fairly suggest you should just kill them off so they won't bother you anymore; it works absolute wonders!" You interfere with your optimistic tone, catching both their attention while a grin creeps up behind your fan. Your eyes are slightly squinting, hinting that you were smiling. "'scuse me?" The arachnid arched a brow, his friend looking over to you.
 
"Hm, what? I just suggested my little idea on how you should just make them shut up forever. That way they won't bother you ever again; it absolutely works for me!" You said with a grin, your enthusiastic tone not missing one beat. The arachnid slightly grimaced at your suggestion. You raised your eyebrows as if you remembered something after seeing their confused stares towards you, which is reasonable since you just barged in their personal conversation, flicking your fan closed, and offered them a closed-eye smile, showing off your sharp fangs. "Oh my! Where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself and just intruded through your conversation. My bad!"
 
You smiled, which held a hint of mischief. Your rainbow-ccolored eyes glowed with the neon lights—a glint of mischievousness flashing. You introduced yourself to them with an upbeat tone.
 
"My name's (Y/N), but if you'd like, you can also call me Douma!"