The Devil | Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader |

V5 | 1.0: EXES AND OOHS

Oooh guys, here it is.. Exes and Oohs.

The WHOLE reason I made this fanfiction, was because 11 MONTHS ago, when this episode was released.

I'm excited, and I'm writing with a good bit of detail this time.

If any of you have read my other stories, you'd know I don't add nearly as much detail to the story as I could(mostly because I js write this whenever)

But, this one is special.

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Y/N P.O.V

The delicate sounds of chirp, chirp, chirp echoed across the sprawling expanse of the city known as Pride. As one of its denizens, I found myself drawn to this peculiar sound of our abode.

Today, the heat seemed to cling to the air more stubbornly than usual. Not exactly an anomaly, considering we were in Hell, but even for Hell, it was an unusually torrid day.

Lying listlessly on my bed, I allowed my gaze to meander towards the window, the only portal connecting me to the world outside.

Today's monotony had confined me to the realms of sleep and sporadic conversations with the angels, leaving a void yearning to be filled with some excitement.

Outside, the giant pentagram that dominated our skyline cast an eerie glow. Its aura was a fiery red, all-consuming and vibrant, yet it radiated an ethereal luminescence.

The sight was paradoxically mesmerizing.

My eyes continued to scan the cityscape, drinking in the familiar yet peculiar details of the place I called home. Recently, an uncanny peace had descended upon us.

The sound of anomalies, like the nonsensical ramblings of a crackhead or the jarring sound of a car crash, had diminished, replaced by an unsettling silence.

Leaning back, I exhaled softly, folding my arms and soaking in the sight before me. There was an unspoken beauty in this chaos, a sense of peace amidst the bedlam that I longed to understand and embrace, no matter how horrid or, at times, lewd it seemed.

A sudden, swift creaking sound snapped me out of my reverie. The sensation of a soft gust of wind brushing against my back sent a ripple of contentment through me.

I turned around, my curiosity piqued. I could tell it was the cherubs, but what brought them here now?

I glanced over my shoulder, an inquisitive expression etched on my face. The familiar sight of Cletus emerging from behind the door greeted me, his wings flapping almost silently.

The once radiant glow that marked their presence had faded over time, yet they seemed more content, more at ease.

Keenie and Collin had retained their original appearances, save for a few minor alterations. Keenie had adapted to dressing more like the residents of Hell, and Collin's fur had grown thicker, puffier. Cletus, however, had undergone a complete transformation.

The once oversized forehead had slimmed down, his hairstyle was noticeably different, and his attire had been revamped.

Reflecting upon their journey, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification. The initial weeks of their arrival had been fraught with hostility, but over time we had come to accept each other, forming a bond akin to a family.

We were an odd bunch, in an odd little corner of Hell, but we were together, and that was all that mattered.

There was something delightfully mischievous about the twinkle in Cletus' eyes, a spark of excitement that caught my attention in a way that made me question what was about to unfold.