Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader x Alastor | Demonic Love

Red Deer Demon | Loooore (not really)

Video Creator: GooCrow (bro's underrated)

Author PoV:

You wake up early the next morning. Somehow, you'd managed to land a job interview in a few hours. Yay? It was extremely unusual how you'd gotten it, but then again this is Hell. I don't think anyone actually cares how or who they hire.

You don't have a phone yet, so you'll have to use the street signs to get around. You rush down the hallway, wanting to have extra time in case you inevitably get lost. You nervously wonder about what the interview would consist of, considering how strangely Hell worked.

Trapped in your thoughts, you don't realize you're about to run into someone. Until you run into someone. You jump backwards, face flushing in embarrassment.

"Sorry!" You squeak, wanting the ground to swallow you up out of sheer humiliation. The guy you'd run into, red deer demon, his smile seemingly grew at your mild discomfort.

"No problem, my dear! I've never seen you before, you must be new around here. I'm Alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you." He introduces himself, holding his hand out. Glad to have an excuse to not talk about your awkward fumble, you return his smile.

"Nice to meet you Alastor, I'm Y/N." You reply happily, clasping his hand in yours and shaking it lightly. You two chat for a little while longer, mostly useless small talk, before you remember that you have an interview.

"Sorry, I'll have to leave you here." You apologize.

"Of course my dear, I hope to see you soon." He replies, watching as you smile and turn away, heading towards the main doors and disappearing out of sight.

Alastor PoV:

Interesting...

I can feel the immense power practically rolling off her shoulders, but only having spoken with her for a few seconds made it glaringly clear that she was about as pure as a soul could get.

Yes, her eyes were dull and lifeless, but she just had a warm, welcoming aura that surrounded her at all times - one that would put anyone at ease. Yet it felt as if she was constantly hiding something, whether it be from herself or the whole world.

She'll be an interesting pawn.

Author PoV:

You rush through the streets of Hell, occasionally stopping by the nearest shop to check the time through random shop windows. Eventually you see it; the building you have to be at. A big skyscraper made mostly of glass and with a big V on top.

You walk inside, the nervousness hitting you all at once at the thought of 'oh my god, I'm getting interviewed.' You barely prepared, having somehow managed to snatch the interview just the day before.

You take a few deep breaths, shoving your anxiety to the back of your mind and making a beeline for the secretary.

"Excuse me, where's the interview with Miss Velvette?" You ask, stopping yourself from fiddling with your hair. A bad habit. You'll have to get rid of it soon otherwise it might become problematic.

The secretary looks up with the most 'done' look you've ever seen on anyone, with eyes so lifeless it could rival that of a dead body's.

"Fifth floor. Door to your left." She explains, her voice a bored drawl. She goes back to clicking away at her computer (is that solitaire?) which left you with the minimal directions she'd begrudgingly given you.

You head over to the elevator, which was already jam packed with other demons. You squeeze yourself in, muttering many apologies as you reach your hand out, about to click the button with the number 5 inscribed on it before you realize that it's already alight.

You awkwardly retract your hand, trying your best not to accidentally slap anyone as your hand made its way back to you.

It's silence except for the pinging and the robotic voice of the elevator each time it passed a level until finally:

"Floor 5." The robotic voice announced, the doors sliding over soon after. You're pushed out by the sheer force of everyone rushing outside, pouring out like water through an open floodgate. You fall to the ground, quickly clawing your way out to avoid being stampeded.

Your heavy breathing is drowned out by the sound of chatter and the patter of shoes as they make their way towards a blob-shaped line that lead up to the door that you assumed was where the interview would take place.

You shakily pick yourself out, trailing behind a little. 

Which meant you were last in line.

Since you had a lot of time (or not, people were rushing out of the doors in tears by the second) you start to think. Yes, the painful thing that makes you smort apparently.

You think of Lucifer - or 'Luci' as you'd started to call him before you died. You still wonder if he's down here. You assume yes because he's the literal KING OF HELL, you don't doubt that he's in, oh I dunno, the thing that he rules over. Hell.

———dramatic flashback———

Lucifer wasn't ashamed (actually a little) to admit that that day, he'd come to you barely holding it together. He looked to be on the verge of tears, and if it weren't for the fact that he was worried that you would worry about him, he would've shed a few of those tears.

Obviously, you notice.

"Luci, what's wrong?" You ask, unsure as of how to comfort him, but the fact that you tried immediately warmed Lucifer's heart. Yes, he still felt like shit, but just a little less now.

He still wasn't sure if he would reveal his personal problems yet, but he was glad you cared. He takes a deep breath... and vents.

———end of chapter———

Hi, now that we've officially introduced Alastor I'd like to clarify that yes, I am aware that he's aro-ace. I will not disrespect this label, so I'll be pretending that he's grayromantic graysexual. If you weren't aware, there's a spectrum of aromantic and asexual-ness, so I'll just casually up that notch to the gray area where the individual rarely or weakly feels love and/or sexual desire.

Sorry to all involved T^T