Good People (Hazbin Hotel X Male Reader)

Ch. 1- Highway to Hell

*1965*

Y/N is seen performing jazz on a stage in a bar. The bar has only a few people in each table and one in particular was wearing a diamond bracelet on his hand. He looked to be in his seventies and was sporting a cup of whiskey. He was accompanied by his wife who was wearing a golden necklace and she looked way younger than her husband, probably in her 30s. The two began clapping for Y/N when he finished his performance. They watch him go to the bar, but the husband made him to sit at the table.

Man: "Young man, you have a gift. What you just played on that stage was amazing!"

Y/N chuckled as he looks at the two.

Y/N: "It's not a gift, sir. I've been playing music ever since I was little. Not many people would listen or allow me to play due to me being colored."

Man: "Really now? You must have proud parents."

Y/N: "Can't say for sure. Never met my dad because he killed my mother."

The two looked at Y/N stunned and the wife finally spoke.

Wife: "He did? Why?"

Y/N grabbed the old man's whiskey and drank it.

Y/N: "Let me tell you a story. Many years ago my grandfather was a cotton farmer, a slave. He and my grandmother worked in the fields along with their daughter/ my mother. Their owner's son was a huge piece of crap. He would torment my grandparents and one night he raped my mother. Unknown to the two of them she was pregnant with me. My grandfather made my grandmother to take me away because my so called dad killed my mother when he found out that she was pregnant. However he did not realize that she already had given birth. Now my grandmother raised me for a few good years until she passed away. I had to get a job and it was hard because no one wanted to hire a colored teenager like myself to help in their business. It was then that I was hired in a factory. It was rough because everyone would either get away from me or get way too close. I was working in that place for a few years and suddenly it was closed down and that was when I met her. My soon to be wife, Elizabeth. She was a detective in the precinct and apparently there was a drug operation happening inside the factory. Many of the workers tried to put the blame on me, but there was insufficient evidence or proof that I did it. Elizabeth gave me her number and a year ago we moved in a small house. Now let me tell you, two months ago she was pregnant!"

Man: "Oh that is just wonderful, but we need to go now."

The couple went to get up until Y/N reached into his coat and pulled out a revolver.

Y/N: "Sit down now, Mr. Smith."

The old man, now known as Mr. Smith stared at Y/N in shock, not only because of the revolver but because that he knows who he is. He never said introduced himself and yet, Y/N knows who he is. He and his wife slowly sat back down as Y/N continued his story.

Y/N: "Now, when I came back home a week ago, I found my home trashed. I looked around and found my sweet Elizabeth in our bedroom, with a broken neck. She was long dead, Mr. Smith. Not only that, but there were bruises on her abdomen, right around here."

Y/N stood up and went behind the two and pressed his revolver on the wife's abdomen, right where the womb is.

Y/N: "I know that it was no accident, she was murdered. I went to the police, but they wouldn't help me because of my color. So, I asked around, and the funny this is that everyone said the exact same thing. You killed her, Mr. Smith, well you obviously had help because you are obviously too weak to do anything, but you didn't have help all those years ago."

Y/N slowly pressed the revolver at the back of the woman's neck. Mr. Smith looked at Y/N and then at his wife.

Mr. Smith: "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Y/N: "Let me remind you then. Your father owned a ranch filled with color slaves. You slept - no, RAPED one when she was 15 years old, 15 YEARS OLD! Then a few months later you found out that she was pregnant, but didn't realize that the bastard son survived. YOU NOT ONLY KILLED MY MOTHER BUT YOU DECIDED TO KILL MY FIANCÉ AND UNBORN CHILD!! Now? I will make you feel what I felt."
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*BANG*

Y/N pulled the trigger and the wife's throat was blown open because of the revolver, killing her instantly. Mr. Smith was covered in her blood as he couldn't believe what he saw.

Mr. Smith: "Y-You bastard, she had a family!"

Y/N aimed his revolver at Mr. Smith's head with a very cold look. Police sirens can be heard outside the bar with the door being kicked open. Several officers went inside and pulled their firearms out.

Y/N: "You took mine...."

Y/N pulled the trigger right when the officers pulled theirs. Y/N shot out Smith's eye, killing him instantly as bullets ripped through Y/N's body. He fell to the floor and was smiling, he didn't care what happened. All that mattered that he was in control of the situation, it's like playing.....

Y/N: "Music....."

The world slowly fades to black as Y/N let out his last breath.....
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But that's not the end. This is only the beginning of The Music Demon.