Wine || HAZBIN HOTEL (ocs)

1: [ SNAP ]

[ CHAPTER 1: SNAP ]
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LUMOS, still gasping for breath after the intense sparring session, slowly rose to his feet. His cat ears twitched with irritation as he glared at NYX, the woman who possessed a scorpion-like appearance. Despite her humanoid form, her hair transformed into a scorpion tail, which she effortlessly used to throw Lumos to the ground. Lumos coughed, struggling to regain his composure.

"I just need a moment," Lumos managed to say between labored breaths. He clutched his chest, his cat tail swaying anxiously behind him. Determination burned in his eyes as he lunged at Nyx again, but once more, he found himself overpowered and thrown to the ground by her hair.

Nyx sighed, her scorpion-like features softening as she placed her hands behind her back. "Perhaps we should call it a day," she suggested, her voice laced with concern. Though Lumos bristled at the suggestion, he knew better than to defy Nyx's wishes. He reluctantly nodded and sank to the floor, cradling himself.

Seizing the opportunity to intervene, Nyx snapped her fingers, causing Lumos to transform into his full cat form. She scooped him up gently, carrying him to one of the couches and placing him down with care. Lumos, now curled up comfortably, allowed his tail to sway lazily like that of a contented dog.

"ELIJAH." Nyx said.

Just then, a puff of white smoke materialized, revealing a grey-haired man named Elijah. Folding his arms, he regarded Nyx with a quizzical expression. "Any reason for disturbing my slumber?" he yawned, stretching his arms with a regal air. Nyx waved an envelope in front of him, a note of urgency in her voice.

"Do you have any idea who sent this?" she asked, her head tilted inquisitively. Elijah shrugged nonchalantly, sidling up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let's not dwell on trivial matters," he suggested, guiding her toward a nearby couch. Nyx, however, brushed his hands off and folded her arms.

Elijah raised his hands in surrender and sighed dramatically. Rolling onto the couch, he leaned his head against Nyx's, his voice filled with boredom. "I'm so bored," he mused.

"You're always bored," Nyx retorted dryly, her patience wearing thin.

Elijah's eyes lit up with mischief as he looked at her. "I have an idea. Why don't we pay a visit to that forbidden hotel you've been keeping us away from?"

Nyx's left eye twitched in irritation as she stood up, causing Elijah to topple face-first onto the couch. She sighed heavily and flicked her braid behind her, walking toward her personal room. "That place is crawling with Vox's surveillance cameras. I won't allow our privacy to be invaded," she explained firmly.

Elijah frowned, disappointment evident on his face, but he ultimately shrugged and transformed into white smoke, disappearing from the room. Nyx continued to her personal room, her mind preoccupied with the mysterious envelope and its contents.

Nyx entered her room, closing the door behind her with a heavy sigh. She walked over to her bed and collapsed onto it, feeling the weariness of her eternal existence settle into her bones. In her hand, she still clutched the mysterious envelope that had arrived earlier, its presence a constant reminder of the chaos that always seemed to find its way into her life.

Gazing at the envelope, Nyx's eyes narrowed as she studied it carefully. It bore Vox's unmistakable emblem, a symbol she had grown all too familiar with over the years. Vox, a charismatic and manipulative demon, had been relentless in his pursuit of Nyx, constantly bombarding her with letters urging her to join his cult-like following.

With a mixture of frustration and curiosity, Nyx decided to inspect the contents of the envelope once more. She tore it open, revealing a neatly folded letter adorned with Vox's flamboyant signature. Nyx's frown deepened as she braced herself for the predictable rhetoric that would surely be contained within.

As she read Vox's words, her eyes rolled involuntarily. The letter was filled with grandiose promises of power, eternal glory, and the allure of being part of something greater than herself. It was the same spiel Vox had been peddling for centuries, and Nyx had long grown weary of his relentless pursuit.

Sighing audibly, Nyx crumpled the letter in her hand. She surveyed her room, filled to the brim with countless other letters from Vox, each one more desperate than the last. It was a testament to his persistence, but also a testament to her stubborn refusal to be swayed by his empty promises.

With a dismissive flick of her wrist, Nyx tossed the crumpled letter into the pile of Vox's correspondence, adding it to the growing mountain of ignored pleas. She turned onto her side, her weariness finally catching up with her, and closed her eyes.

In the darkness of her room, Nyx allowed her mind to wander, contemplating the larger picture. She knew that Hell was a realm of constant power struggles and manipulations, and Vox was just one piece of the intricate puzzle. There were greater challenges that lay ahead, ones that demanded her attention and strategic thinking.

Closing her eyes, Nyx drifted into a restless slumber.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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