Zoey Marble (hazbin hotel oc fanfic)

My Last Memory

They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. 
 
Memories of how you lived are replayed, from your childhood to now.
 
But before her death, Zoey Marble only saw a single memory. 
 
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Zoey Marble has made unfortunate choices in life. And as a result, her soul was condemned to Hell.
 
She fell and fell hard. Her position on earth was incomparable to what it became. 
 
A common sinner in Hell. 
 
But through grit and ruthlessness, she managed to claw her way back up to the top. 
 
And as an overlord, she had once again regained her former status.
 
However, seven years ago, all her wit and hard work would once again be for naught. 
 
It was an odd sight. Who in Hell would believe that a powerful overlord was running for their life like a mouse? 
 
Wearing an intricate embroidered dress and covered in jewels that chimed as they swayed.
 
Zoey ran and ran from him.
 
Until eventually reaching a dead end in an alleyway.
 
She gasped for air; her lungs burned. Even if she had not reached this dead end, she had no energy left to run anymore.
 
But there he stood, not a single sweat broken.
 
Alastor.
 
'How could this happen to me!? To me!?'
 
Zoey wasn't just any overlord. We're talking a heavy hitter. Someone who has ruled for a very long time.
 
Yet this newcomer has come and completely overpowered her. It didn't make sense. 
 
It was a strike to her pride, and she gritted her teeth as her ego suffered.
 
"What do you want from me!?"
 
Alastor stood down the alley. It was night, and the city was dark. Except for the single streetlight that Alastor stood in.
 
Yet somehow, despite standing directly in the light. She could only see his black silhouette. 
 
And his growing smile.
 
"It's nothing personal, kid." He said, with static laced along with his voice.
 
"I! Am not. A kid. I am much older than you are."
 
"Then. Listen. Here. HAG." 
 
Alastor stomps his cane/microphone.
 
He then begins to leisurely walk towards Zoey as if on a stroll.
 
As he walked, he spoke. 
 
"Like I was saying, it's nothing personal. You just happen to be a pretty powerful overlord. I guess...
 
If I defeat a few strong overlords, people will have no choice but to fear me.
 
And I, my dear, will be in my rightful place."
 
"Your rightful place?"
 
Alastor now stood in front of her, his grin only getting wider.
 
"The top."
 
His shadow suddenly left his body, growing in size and completely surrounding them. Also wearing its own giant grin. Maybe even happier than Alastor himself.
 
Her back hits the wall, and her knees shook.
 
She was scared. Never in her time in hell has she ever been this afraid. 
 
Of course she was already dead; she knew this wouldn't be a permanent death.
 
But she heard the screams of the other overlords on his sick radio show.
 
This may not be death. It'll be worse.
 
It'll be torture. 
 
Alastor holds his microphone up to her face.
 
"Now scream nice and loud for the fans! I'm going to make you a star!"
 
His shadow strikes her abdomen.
 
And blood begins to pour out of her. 
 
She screams in pain, and just when the sharp sting of being stabbed began to dull, the shadow would strike again.
 
Alastor laughed as she cried out. 
 
She lifts her hand and attempts to summon her own power to defend herself. 
 
But it meant nothing against Alastor, who dispelled it with ease. 
 
"Looks like we got a fighter! That'll be good for the ratings."
 
Blood began to drip out of her mouth. 
 
It wasn't fair! After all her hard work! After getting her hands dirty! All for it to disappear in this single moment!
 
To some guy who probably hasn't even been in Hell for a week!
 
As her vision began to fade, and the sound of Alastor's laughter turned into muffled sounds.
 
She once again saw her life flash before her eyes. 
 
'What is this? A memory?'
 
This is Zoey's first death in Hell. Frankly, she knew sinners here could die, but she didn't think their life could flash again as well. 
 
The same memory she saw before she died on earth.
 
-
 
She was just a kid at the time. Standing under a tree in a grassy field. 
 
She wore a beautiful gown as she always did.
 
She was looking at a boy. Around her own age. 
 
Rags and a newsboy cap.
 
He held a ball in one hand and reached the other one out to her.
 
"Want to come play with us?"
 
She slowly lifts her hand, and the boy smiles.
 
And just before she can place her hand in his she is suddenly yanked away by a man.
 
"You do not mingle with those unbelievers. Come, you must give your followers salvation." 
 
-
 
The memory ends, and Zoey is back and conscious again.
 
I wonder. 
 
Why am I seeing that memory again?
 
Alastor kills Zoey that night.
 
And her screams become another voice on his radio. Among the countless others. 
 
-
 
- Seven years later in the present time -
 
How long has it been? She has since then pulled herself back together. 
 
But despite coming alive again, she felt crushed.
 
She sat on her bed in contemplation. A grand, beautiful, and ornate bedroom. Which was a contrast to her insecure and frustrated expression.
 
Everything she gained so far was gone. Thanks to Alastor, how could she call herself an overlord ever again?
 
She remembered what he said.
 
"My rightful place. The top."
 
She scoffed. She was just like him. Actually, in that aspect, weren't all the overlords like that?
 
Desperate to rise, to be on top.
 
She's been at the top. Both in life and here in hell.
 
And yet.
 
'Was I going about it all wrong?
 
Should I start from scratch all over again?
 
Get revenge?'
 
At the thought of revenge, however, a chill went up her spine. Revenge? On that crazy guy? She'd rather not see him again if possible.
 
She finally stood up and walked across her bedroom. There on a drawer sat a small and beautiful radio.
 
She twists the knobs, and static plays.
 
"Phew."
 
Nothing.
 
Ever since Alastor disappeared, she checked on her radio, anticipating his eventual return.
 
The reporters on TV believe he has perished. Perhaps at the hands of the exorcists. It's not entirely impossible.
 
As much as Zoey would welcome such great news. Her gut tells her otherwise.
 
But no sign of him yet. 
 
She turns the radio off and leaves to get dressed.
 
'Starting from scratch isn't an option. Becoming an overlord again is just a waste of time. 
 
But I can't exactly sit around and rot forever. 
 
Living without having anything to do or work on would at some point drive me crazy.'
 
Suddenly that memory struck her again.
 
Ever since Alastor defeated her, it has come into her mind again and again.
 
The memory from her childhood. Before... before that.
 
'I never got to play kickball with those other kids.
 
Now that I think about it. There are actually a lot of things I never got to do.
 
I wonder. If I were to do all the things I never had the chance to do. Maybe then I would be fulfilled?'
 
Zoey, now dressed head to toe in beautiful fabric and jewels stops and looks at herself in the mirror. 
 
'Things I never got to do..." She whispered to herself.
 
And that's when she came up with a plan. Finally, something to do.