Why won't you just accept me? || Alastor x Y/N || Book 1

Chapter 1

I've been in hell for some time now. I've been staying at this.. "Hazbin Hotel" for quite a while now. I died 1934, the good ol' times. Been in hell for decades, ive learned to accept all the violence over the first few years of being here.

I died from being mistaken as a deer, from a hunter. I was hunting for my dinner, as usual, and my partner was near but forgot I was there, and shot me in the back of my head, the bullet going through my skull and out the middle of my forehead. It was tragic, I died immediately.

But the reason I'm in hell for is because I killed half my family. I felt this... urge to go on a killing spree, and that's exactly what I did. In 1932-1933, I heard that there was a serial killer killing like crazy, and that he was a cannibal. I was never a cannibal, and I never will be. But, I will always be a killer like the killer I was many years ago.

I had worked for years at a bar called "Blues Bar" and they made me wear a blue tuxedo all the time. I didn't hate it, I loved it actually! The blue suited me so well that I started wearing it out in public. People called me "The Blue Suit" anytime they saw me. I smiled at them always.

I was a bartender, always making drinks for others besides me. There was this one guy who came in every Friday night, wearing a dark red suit with brown hair, glasses and his skin tone was light but mixed with brown.

We became good friends, I would always serve him first than others. I found him cute, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I kept the small little crush to myself. I also had brown hair, lighter skin than him, of course shorter than him, and we almost had the same suit on but just different colors. We were alike, we always smiled.

"You're never fully dressed without a smile, dear!" He would always tell me. Alastor was his name.

1933, he went missing. I was worried sick for him. I threw up a few times because I missed seeing him so much, but I pushed through it.

I had been a killer that entire time as well, the entire time since the second month of 1932.

1934, life was fucking awesome. I killed hundreds... I laughed each time. My blue suit had gotten a few blood stains on it, but I didn't give a damn. I just loved the thrill of seeing wasteful souls struggle to survive to me. I loved to see them cry, I loved to see them close their eyes to their death.

It was fun while it lasted, until my partner was with me hunting one day and shot me by accident.

I always knew I was going to hell for what I did, but that didn't stop me from killing wasteful souls.

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"Charlie!" Vaggie calls out.

"Yes, dear?" Charlie peeks her head out from her room.

"Get out here!" Vaggie chuckles. I hear Charlie giggle then walk out.

Vaggie walks up to her, taking her hands. "You look beautiful, Charlotte."

"Just fucking kiss already!!" I yelp, looking at Charlie and Vaggie flirting.

Charlie rolls her eyes, then Vaggie kisses her.

I chuckle then make a blue force field around then and teleport them to Vaggies room. I shake my head and turn back to Angel.

"So, back to what we were talking about—" Angel sighs, looking at me from across the couch.

"Oh— right. So, yeah, I don't know what I'm capable of. I don't know my true powers yet, it's like I'm holding back from something. U can only use such little power at a time or I feel drained." I explain, looking slightly down as I can slightly see Angel looking at me with a worried face from the corner of my eye. "I don't know—- who I am." My voice cracks. Tears form in my eyes.