Puppet Master || Hazbin Hotel X Y/N

1: Infernal Alliances

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The sultry glow of neon lights cast an eerie haze over the streets of Hell, where souls shuffled by the specters in the night. There was a motley assortment of sinners and miscreants, each one driven by their own desires and ambitions, their presence a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked with-in Y/N's own heart. And yet, amidst the chaos and despair, there was a certain allure of Hell- a twisted beauty that captivated her despite her reservations. For Y/N, Hell was both a prison and a playground, a place where she could indulge in her darkest desires while simultaneously yearning for the freedom she knew would forever elude her. In the heart of the city, amidst towering skyscrapers and winding alleyways, stood the Vee's opulent penthouse, a beacon of decadence and power.

Within its confines, Y/N held court, her presence commanding the attention of all who dared to cross her path. As she lounged upon a thrown of velvet and gold, her emerald eyes glittered with mischief and intrigue.

Memories of her mortal life in New Orleans flickered through her mind like flames dancing upon the surface of a cauldron. She had been born of the bayou, steeped in the mysteries of voodoo and the whispers of the swamp. Y/N had once been a respected Voodoo Queen, revered for her mystical powers and unwavering devotion to the ancient arts. Her days were spent amidst the heady swirl of incense and incantations, her nights cloaked in the secrets of the bayou. It was there she had first glimpsed the threads of fate that would lead her to Hell. While many saw her as tourist attraction in the 1960's, she was in fact the real deal.

But it was not the past that consumed her thoughts on this night, but rather the tangled web of alliances and betrayals that defined her existence in the underworld. Beside her stood Vox, his metallic form radiating an aura of arrogance and ambition. She regarded Vox with a mixture of desire and distain, recognizing both his charisma and flaws. Their's was a relationship built on mutual desire and shared distain, bound together by a common enemy. Oddly Y/N found herself drawn to Vox's charisma and cunningness, while Vox saw in Y/N a kindred spirit, someone who shared his desire to topple those who had wronged them. Their relationship was a precarious balance of manipulation and mutual benefit, a dangerous game played on the razor's edge of trust and betrayal.

Across the room Velvette moved with grace and poise, her presence a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them. She was a creature of beauty and grace, her words laced with honey and venom in equal measure. Despite their differences, Y/N counted her among her closest allies, a trusted confidante in a world where trust was a rare commodity. Y/N trusted Velvette like few others, knowing that behind Velvette's honeyed words and enigmatic smile lay a friend who would stand by her side through thick and thin. If she ever looked away from her phone.

And then there was Valentino, a shadow lurking like a predator in the periphery of their shared domain. He lounged in a corner, surrounded by a retinue of sycophants and lackeys, his presence a tangible reminder of everything she despised about the underworld. There was a cruelty in Valentino's demeanor, a calculated malice. He was a master manipulator, weaving webs of deception and desire with practiced ease, his every move designed to further his own twisted agenda. His presence was a constant reminder of the fragility of their alliances, his ambitions a threat to their carefully laid plans.

As Y/N surveyed the room, her gaze lingered on each of her companions in turn, a silent reminder of the intricate dance of power and deceit that governed their lives. In the world of the damned, where loyalty was a fleeting illusion and betrayal lurked around every corner, she knew that she could trust no one but herself. She had learned the hard way that alliances were forged on shifting sands, and even those she considered allies could easily turn against her in pursuit of their own agenda's. The sharp glint in Velvette's eyes hinted at secrets she held close, reminding Y/N to tread carefully even with those she called friends. And as her gaze fell to Vox, she couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that beneath his facade lurked ulterior motives, filled by his burning desire for vengeance against Alastor. Y/N tightened the grip on her chair, steering herself against the ever-present threat of betrayal, determined to navigate this treacherous world.