Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader x Alastor | Demonic Love

Jesus, you Almost Died | Clusterfuck

Author POV:

You're tired, and the day was filled with shoots and reshoots. You just wanted to crash onto your bed and conk out for the night, but your plans are cut short the minute you reach the room where your floor resided.

You hear singing from the room over. Groggily, you stumble into the neighbouring abode, only to find an equally tired looking Vaggie by the door. She shoots you a suspicious glance before taking a step to the side and letting you in.

Charlie's kneeling on the ground next to a ginormous snake dude, singing to him about saying sorry. She finishes in crescendo before finally noticing that you'd come back and was spectating the Broadway musical.

"Oh, Y/N! Where were you? I was worried. You, you know, went missing and I thought maybe you gave up on the whole 'reconciliation' thing." she admits, smiling with her usual upbeat attitude.

"Nah, nothing of the sorts. I got a job though." you respond, smiling back at her, although a little more tiredly. "Sorry if I worried ya. I'm going to bed now, though, it's getting really late." you excuse yourself, trudging back to your room, hoping to forget the odd musical clusterfuck that no one seemed weirded out by but you.

———

Snake dude's name was actually Sir Pentious. The more you know, I guess. Apparently he'd initially joined the hotel to spy for the Vs (one of which you worked for, but not telling them wouldn't hurt, right?) and eventually he was caught, yada yada, you got the gist.

Today Charlie had taken you shopping and gotten you a phone, so now with your rediscovered in hand (both literally and metaphorically), there you were, lying down on your hotel bed, scrolling mindlessly through the Voxtube brainrot

Groaning, you flip onto your back, staring at the ceiling in boredom. Suddenly, a quiet, barely audible 'ping!' come from your phone. You raise the device to your eyes. It was a message from Velvette.

Work.

She was telling you that you had work.

You really didn't want to today. You were too tired for this. For anything, really. A morning of pestering from Angel Dust wore you out pretty quickly. They were a good soul, but were a bit much.

You roll off your bed with a sigh.

Another day I guess.

———

He frantically searched everywhere you were known to go when alive. Your bedroom, the library, your favourite bakery... you weren't anywhere. Lucifer felt like tearing his hair out. 

That meant that the tombstone wasn't a hoax, wasn't some sort of hallucination. He checked and re-checked. No, no, no NO.

It was true, this was reality, and in reality, you'd died.

He returned home numb. His body was numb, his fingers were numb, but most importantly, his heart was numb. He'd lost his only link to sanity and was already starting to spiral out of control.

He refused to ask anyone for help, there was no one he could trust anymore. No one he could rely on anymore.

He'd lost his world, his everything.

But for your sake, he mentally prayed that you were happy in Heaven.

———

Vox was already in a terrible mood.

Having just found out that his rival was alive and well, he'd spent the entire night sleepless, plotting ways to overthrow him, worrying about what his return could mean, tossing and turning in his sheets. 

He was sleep deprived and did not need anymore provocation.

Which was why he'd had trouble maintaining his composure when you'd bumped into him.

"Are. You. Blind?" He growls angrily, a forced smile gracing his lips, looking down at you in deep annoyance. Noticing your face, he'd recognized you as the one new employee that lived at the 'Idiot Hotel.'

Your breath catches in your throat. You definitely fucked up. You fucked up so bad. You so didn't want to double-die today. Or ever, really. Dying once was bad enough. You didn't need it to happen again.

He glares down at you, angry at your silence. But he had a feeling that if you did open your mouth, he'd be angrier.

Wordlessly, he approaches you, about to strike you in the face with his claws out of pure frustration at everything when:

"Vox, stop." Velvette calls out, rolling her eyes. "I don't need another pretty model to die. Too much of a hassle to find another one." She huffs, glaring at her business partner.

Vox grumbles, rolling his eyes back at her before walking away.

After Vox disappeared of sight, Velvette grabs your wrist and drags you away, mumbling about how careless you were or something. You weren't listening though.

That was close.

Way too close.

Way too close for you...

You do your best to get your shit together before you're tossed into a random photo shoot. You barely remember about the interaction by the end of the day.

(Author-chan gave up on finishing the chapter properly with some sort of inspirational quote or smth)