Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader x Alastor | Demonic Love

Plot Progression | How did I Get a Job

Video Creator: INUbis

I received my first hater :D this is an immense step in my (non-literal) career and I'm extremely happy. Thank you so much for your everything, it helps me grow :)

Btw, thx for 2.0k views (sorry for being kidnapped for several weeks [for legal reasons, I must specify that this is a joke, got it? No lawsuits for me] 😔)

Author PoV:

The job you'd gotten was for modelling, so you were already unsure of your abilities, but the way Velvette was staring at you certainly didn't help. She was just silently eyeing you up and down. You were squirming uncomfortably under her intense gaze (glare?), praying that she'd stop and say something, anything.

"Not half-bad." She sighs, snapping her fingers and instantly changing my clothes. She didn't seem happy, but she didn't seem angry sooo... achievement perhaps?

At least she didn't dismiss you on the spot (unlike many of the others before you in line) but you weren't sure if her scowl was permanent or not.

Hopefully not.

You go through a few more outfit changes before Velvet finally switches you back to your old clothes (sorry, author got lazy and didn't know how to write a good transition from this point.)

"Phone number." She demands, thrusting a sheet of paper and a pen into your hands. You blink a little before finally grabbing the objects. That's about when you realize that you don't have a phone, much less a phone number you could write down for her.

"Sorry, but I don't have a phone number..." you sheepishly admit, looking away out of embarrassment. Velvette's face twists in disgust as she shoots you a judgmental glance.

"What the fuck, how?" She questions, sighing and rubbing her temples as if you were another annoying toddler that she had to deal with. 

"Well shit then, just come back in two days. Six in the afternoon should be fine." She huffs, shooing you away with a hand gesture.

You're positively beaming once you get back to the hotel, much to everyone's confusion.

———

Lucifer appeared at an unusual spot. He was supposed to be appear next to you -  that's how the contract worked.

Then why, WHY, was he in a graveyard??

His mind was going a mile an hour, entertaining the worst of possibilities. He tentatively pushed open the gates, his gaze sweeping through the many tombstones that littered the area. Many made of stone, decorated with flowers or angels.

When his eyes stop on one that stood out.

Actually, he wasn't sure if it even was technically a tombstone. It was a cross, and was most certainly was not made of stone, it was made of wood. I guess you could consider it a... tombwood? 

Okay, I'll stop.

And on the rough surface of the wood, written in paint were four words that made him stop. His eyes widen in horror, his blood run cold, his cane hitting the grown in a soft thud as the heartbeat in his ears grow louder and louder and LOUDER-

Only four simple words.

"Here lies Y/N LN."

———

"What's got him so out of sorts today?" Vox asks, obviously annoyed as he plasters a fake smile on his face. He so did not want to deal with this right now. Honestly, he never wants to deal with the shit that Val makes him put up with.

So fucking childish.

"Who knows? But he tore up my best model! And you know, the show can't wait for that unlucky bitch to pull herself back together!" She yells, angrily throwing her hands up. "Melissa!"

...

Silence.

"Ugh, did that idiot die as well? Fucking hel-"

BANG! The door slams open, revealing you sheepishly standing right outside of the room. You were out of breath from running all the way here, but you managed to keep your respiration as stable as you could. 

"Sorry!" You squeak nervously, looking down out of embarrassment. "I didn't know the door was that light." You try to explain.

"Oh, fuck that." Velvette interrupts you, mildly annoyed. "Come here, you're starting now."

You blink a few times, surprised by the sudden starting of your job before finally speed-walking towards Velvette. She impatiently gestures you to the platform, signalling for you to get on.

You scamper over, climbing atop the platform.

All the while, Vox is watching on, amused. Not just because he loved to watch you suffer - although that was at least 75% of the reason - the other 25% was because he didn't want to deal with Val and you were the perfect distraction.

"Well? Shoo, go deal with the piss baby." Velvette dismisses Vox with a wave of her hand. 

He groans.

Well there goes said distraction.

———

Again, so sorry for disappearing. School's being a bitch rn and my French is shit.

Love you all!