Hazbin Hotel 31 Day One Shot Challenge

Day 5 - Trapped in the Shadows

So this was a request from my friend. He wanted something along the lines of me to go into some of the overlords that Alastor had taken down and ripped their souls apart. I made up this overlord since we have no names of the overlords he overthrew, I will do what any writer does, make an OC. XD

Hello. You don't know me, or if you do, you must have been in Hell before I was taken. I am still alive, but everyday is agony. I cry out for help, but it seems no one can hear me. If they can, they can't do anything about it. I may have been an overlord once in my past, but that is all for not. My time is gone, my reign, over. I have no choice but to sit in the shadows and cry out my screams.

I hear other screams as well, but it's so dark in here. You are wondering how I got here? Well, my tale is not anything special.

On Earth, or in life, I was a sadistic kidnapper. I would take victims and torture them until they couldn't cry out no more. Nevertheless, I was never caught. Not for years. I made sure to cover up my tracks. Made sure that I was the furthest from the suspect list. I even captured and tortured my own flesh and blood to make sure they thought I too was a victim of losing loved ones. It didn't matter. In the end, I was caught and killed on the spot. My power had only grown, however, as when I had died, I became more. I was a sinner. I was a demon.

Spreading my terror amongst the Pride Ring, I made a name for myself, and I went to become known as an Overlord. My title was nothing short to that of the Rose Demon. WHile it wasn't that threatening of a name, my calling card was to leave roses by the victims last known spot. Rather, where I took them. Demons were so much more fun to entertain myself with. They could heal and never permanently die unless they meant their end through the angels.

Who would have thought because of my title, I too would become a target.

I guess that is what they call karma. When I became an Overlord, no one dared to mess with me. It was perfect. I let my guard down. It was by own naiveness that I fell to that demon's hands. A no name demon who had only recently fallen.

The first day I heard of Alastor, his name meant nothing to me. It was merely a name who acted like the big bad wolf. Alas, how wrong we all were. He had raw power that only few could imagine. Where did he get such power? Who did he work with? Does it matter at this point? Any overlord that dared to cross him, faded into the shadows.

I thought with I being near the top, I was safe from the slaughter. How wrong was I.

I had only gotten a message to meet with an old friend who had been rumored to have disappeared and rumor had also spread that he fell to the Radio Demon's hands - heard his voice across the broadcasts. I didn't want to believe it. I never wanted to believe it.

I went to the spot that my dearest friend told me to. But he never showed. It was then that I met Alastor. He was just as how people described him. Looking like prey, wearing a smile like he was always happy. His eyes like dials. It was what I expected him yo look like, yet at the same time, it sent a chill down my spine. I demanded to see my friend. It was then that he offered me a deal. My soul for my friend and I would never be hunted by him.

The fear I felt, and the desperation I wanted to make sure he was okay. The thought of being safe was nice too. I denied it at first, and that is when he attacked. The pain I felt was something I hadn't felt before, but the way he hurt me was the same patterns that I had cast upon my own victims. Maybe this was karma. I cried out for help, but no help came. His smile was burned into my mind as everything faded to black.

The shadows are my home now. I know them as his shadows. As his power. I am trapped and only see light when he summons me as his puppet. Everytime it is pure torture to be pulled out of the darkness. My body, unrecognizable. Unable to speak real words. I vaguely remember another voice talk to me, then touch me. Sounded like a male. If he could help me, would he have? I doubted it. All I could do, all I can do is cry out and hope one day, my voice will be heard.

A/N: So, she has no name, didn't make one yet. May come back and create a full detailed story with her because I had fun with her insight on this whole ideal. I had ni clue what to do for this story, so I just sat down and began typing. No plan, no nothing. Just the prompt. Anyway, hope you liked this one. Shout out to my friend who gave me the idea! (He shall remain nameless. XD) See you tomorrow.

~Akira

Posted: 2/25/2024