Hells Chef (fem!Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 42

Mega oof, two days late, and you're not with the imps, will this start a trend? No, maybe, maybe on the first part not the second. But don't worry, cowboys are pretty cool, I would never miss writing about that. Anyway, sorry for the delay, and hope you enjoy.

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Human World

*Third Pov*

"What if we fail?" A young woman dressed in all black asked. Another older woman, also dressed in all black, knelt and finished the sigil. "Well, then I guess we'll see them in hell when we die." She said her voice was void of emotion. After try after try, she was all but given up on the idea of saving her siblings. But there was still a part of her that held onto hope, held onto the thought that her siblings were waiting for her, begging her to not give up on them. That's what kept her going. A man entered the room with a snake with wings around his shoulders, carrying two bags with a single strand of hair each. "Welp, this is it." He somberly said. The snake rubbed its head against its human. The older women took the hair out of the bags and placed them in their own separate sigils. "Well, here goes nothing."

Hell

"You know darlin', I think this may be the greatest place to get a quick bite to eat." The overlord known as Rosie said, biting down on a well-done slab of meat. Y/n, the person sitting across from her, simply looked at the poor soul that he had to kill to get that slab of meat. She hadn't even done anything wrong either, wrong place wrong time as they say. Y/n let out a dry cough and looked toward Sophia, she had tagged along after Y/n was kicked out of the I.M.P. office.

Why was he kicked out of the I.M.P. office? Well, he had kissed and even announced that he was Loonas boyfriend. A certain lonely Imp had taken it upon themselves to fire every bullet at the chef until he took the hint and left. He tried to calm her down but considering Blitzo started looking for a grenade, he took that as a sign to leave before things got worse. After he left he got a call from Lady Rosie about wanting to talk, which, of course, he jumped at the opportunity, anytime that Lady Rosie or Lady Alastor wanted him around was something he would always jump at.

So here he was, Lady Rosie and Sophia had gotten along well so that was great. She was currently sitting in Rosie's lap. "Well, I'm glad you like the... meat. But if you don't mind me asking, you look great today by the way, why did you call me?" He reluctantly asked. As much as he loved being with her, he couldn't help but conclude that whatever she wanted to talk about was important, really important. Rosie took a quick sip of her tea and then stared at him with those big ol' blank eyeballs. Man, that is unsettling. Does no one else think that? Y/n thought.

"Straight to business I see, I can appreciate that. But there's no need to rush darlin', let's make some small talk. Like, oh! I know! You survived extermination day! How did you achieve such a feat?" She asked, leaning closer like a child curious after seeing a magic trick. Her smile never left her face, Y/n puffed out his chest. "Well, you see my lady, after some very tragic events and a deal with some succubus. I can now kill and eat Angel's soul like a proper bodyguard for Lady Alastor." Y/n said, smiling ear to ear. Rosie leaned back in her chair and forged surprise. Little did Y/n know, she knew, she was hoping to be proven wrong, hoping that what she had seen was just some other stupid demon but sadly, Y/n was going to prove her wrong.

He stood up, causing the chair to fall over. "No really! Look!" His chest and stomach opened up and revealed a dark abyss, out of that dark abyss came a spectral Angel. It landed on the hard concrete floor, dazed and confused. It looked back at Y/n, its eyes widened in fear. "No, NO! I can't go back, I can't!" Before it had time to flip its wings, black tentacles shot out from Y/ns stomach, dragging the angel back into its forever home. "NO! Please! Kill me! Kill me!" The angel shouted, reaching its hand out towards Rosie, who watched on with a small hint of curiosity. She was expecting something like a holy weapon that he had gotten from a dead angel or something Carmilla made. Not this.