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

V5 | 6.0: PREPARATION

Hey guys. New chapter. I'm uploading sorta fast, no? Anyways, I hope yall fw this chapter as much as I do, I'd like to see comments about what yall think about the shit I'm doing w Y/N too but this character arc for him is going to be really fun to write personally. 

Anyways, all these like intermission chapters are like me easing into the future plot I have planned, we'll kick up with the first episode of Hazbin Hotel or Season 2 Episode 4 aka Western Energy of Helluva Boss NEXT! You guys tell me which you'd prefer.

Also, you guys see the new stuff I did for the fanfic? Lmk if yall fw that too. I also remade the description so look at that when yall want.

Remember, ily guys and you all have made me feel more confident about my writing.

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3RD P.O.V (do yall fw the 3rd pov or 1st more? Tell me so i can choose which to do next chapter!!)

Y/N stepped off his motorcycle, his boots crunching against the gravel driveway of the grand, emerald mansion. Several soldiers immediately approached, one taking his coat while another handed him a cigarette. He accepted it with a nod, inhaling deeply as he walked towards the opulent front doors.

"It's rebuilt. Good work," he told them, exhaling a plume of smoke that swirled in the dim light of the mansion's exterior.

"Thank you, boss," they chorused in unison, trailing behind him like loyal shadows. Y/N grabbed the ornate double doors, swinging them open with a flourish. The green flames of the torches inside flared up with the rush of air, casting flickering shadows and adding a dramatic ambiance to the entrance hall.

Y/N turned to a nearby soldier, his gaze sharp. "Where's Crimson?" he asked, his voice a low command.

"In his room, sir," the imp replied promptly, his eyes widening slightly under Y/N's intense stare.

"Tell him to get up and meet me in the dining room," Y/N ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

The soldier scurried off, and Y/N made his way towards the dining room, pushing open the heavy doors. The room was lined with empty tables, a testament to the mansion's previous grandeur. 

He walked to the head of the main table, the seat of power that now belonged to him. Sitting down, he took in the room, his mind already working through the details of his plans.

The sound of the doors clicking open drew his attention. Crimson entered, his face twisted in annoyance. "Y/N," he greeted, his voice dripping with spite.

"Crimson," Y/N responded evenly, watching as Crimson took the seat opposite him, clearly displeased to see Y/N in the chair he once occupied.

"What do ya want?" Crimson asked, cutting straight to the chase.

"To discuss the mob. We need to expand," Y/N stated, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"Expand? We already rule all of Greed. There ain't expanding that needs to be done," Crimson shot back, his voice rising with frustration.

"That's what you think. We've got six whole other rings," Y/N countered, his eyes glinting with ambition.

"You're outta your mind if you wanna try and conquer other fucking rings. We're already strugglin' to keep Greed," Crimson snapped, his face reddening with anger.

"Because you aren't doing enough. You didn't take the initiative to get the cash we needed. Instead, you got on your knees like a dog and relied on someone else for that money," Y/N said coldly, referencing Crimson's reliance on Chaz.