The Music Demon (Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 24.5

An: This chapter is gonna be rather short as it was something I planned to have in last chapter but completely forgot about. With that said, lets get into it. 

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We open up to the interior of a limousine. Seated inside would be Y/n with Charlie and Vaggie on either side of him looking a bit nervous and concerned.

Charlie: "Y/n, are you sure about this? I mean are you really, really sure?"

Y/n: "Indeed I am. It's time that I do this, if I don't this will only eat away at me and it gives him less secrets to hang over me."

Vaggie only looks down twiddling with her fingers a bit

Y/n: "Everything alright my dear?"

Vaggie: "Yeah, just anxious I guess. I mean not everyone is gonna react like how we did"

Y/n: "Simply put everyone can think what they want. The only ones I truly care about will accept me. Everyone else, they can hate me for all I care. But for now get warmed up for you have a part to play soon, my dear"

Looking out the window they are seen pulling up to the TV studio. 

Inside a small stage is set with Alastra off to the side setting up some audio equipment. 

Alastra: "So the man of the hours has arrived. Are you ready?"

Y/n: "Indeed, thanks again for this. I know you don't like TV but having the radio demon broadcast this will certainly make sure everyone at least hears this"

Alastra: "Think nothing of it. But still I must ask, what are you telling them?"

Y/n: "You will see, my dear"

Walking onto the stage he looks at a camera that starts rolling while a sign by Alastra reads "On Air"

Y/n: "Hello citizens of hell. Many of you may know me as The music demon. But today I ask that you disregard my title at least for a moment. You see I have been hiding a secret that I would like to let out. I am not a sinner, not in the general sense. Nor am I a hellborn.... I am a fallen angel. Some of you may think I am lying, after all I have no proof" his wings pop out "Or do I?" he grins as his eyes look to demons in the room shocked at what they are seeing and hearing before he retracts them

Y/n: "I hid this for one simple fact... a selfish need to hide. But not I wish to be honest to everyone, I am a fallen angel and...  I'm glad. Since coming to hell millennia ago I have seen so many people come and go, some I am happy to call my friends and still do. I am happy I was kicked into this.... hellhole. But that is not all.

Y/n: "I have a special message for everyone. Even with this secret out just know, ̸̗̂Í̴̡ ̷̮͒â̷ͅm̷͍͋ ̶̢̏s̶͇̉t̶̥̓ĩ̸ͅl̸̺̏l̶͕͘ ̴͖̒T̸͓̑h̵̠͋e̴̞͊ ̷̣̌M̴͍̃ṵ̸͋s̸̨̎i̶̼͒c̷̮̋ ̶͙̈́D̵̝̑e̶̬̐m̵͇̍õ̸̝n̵̮͌" his eyes become music notes as a wicked smile spreads across his face "So keep this in mind, no matter what I am or what I call myself. None of you are on my level and I will do my damn dist to prove it. Until then keep your ears open to the music that is all around, after all, Music is said to be the speech of angels and I would hate to show you mine. M̸̧͈̠̽́͝y̴̡̼̩͒ ̷͓̮̹̓̀d̶̬͓̉̂̚ẽ̸̲á̴͉͚̺r̴̩͑̃͜s̶̤̗̓̎~"

He lets out a chuckle before clearing his throat

Y/n: "And while I have you, I might as well treat you all to a song with a little guest"

With a snap of his fingers Vaggie is brought into frame with a small nervous smile with a wave to the camera. With a smirk Y/n starts up the music. 

Y/n: ♩I've got more skeletons
Than cemetery's hold
No wonder living life
Feels like a funeral♩

♩The kind of traumatized
No one will ever know
That made me fantasize
About just letting go♩

♩Until I saved my soul
With what I can control♩

♩When it rains you can drown
Or you can be baptized
When you hit rock bottom
You can cry or climb
Crutch or a crown only you decide
Victim or survivor♩

♩Be born by the battle
Or just wave a white flag
Deciding not to die
That might be all you have
You can make that choice
Or you can be your past
Victim or survivor
(Victim or survivor)♩

Vaggie: Taking a nervous breath♩I got a story too
A cautionary tale
Thought I lost it all
I'll spare you the details
So call me a victim
Like it's self-inflicted
Put me in a prison
Don't know any different♩

♩Boy
I'm not I'm not I'm not the victim
I'm the survivor♩

♩When it rains you can drown
Or you can be baptized
When you hit rock bottom
You can cry or climb
Crutch or a crown only you decide
Victim or survivor♩

♩Be born by the battle
Or just wave a white flag
Deciding not to die
That might be all you have
You can make that choice
Or you can be your past
Victim or survivor♩

♩I'm not I'm not I'm not the victim
I'm the survivor
I'm not I'm not I'm not the victim
I'm the survivor
I'm not I'm not I'm not the victim
I'm the survivor♩

Duet: ♩When it rains you can drown
Or you can be baptized
When you hit rock bottom
You can cry or climb
Crutch or a crown only you decide
Victim or survivor♩

♩Be born by the battle
Or just wave a white flag
Deciding not to die
That might be all you have
You can make that choice
Or you can be your past
Victim or survivor♩

♩(I'm not I'm not I'm not the victim)
Victim or survivor♩

Y/n:♩You can make that choice
Or you can be your past
Victim or survivor!♩

With the end of the song he unfurls his angel wings sending a small gust of wind out. 

Everyone simpley looks at him speechless as he steps to the side with Vaggie as Charlie runs up and hugs the two. 

Charlie: "That was amazing you two!"

Vaggie: "You really think so?"

Y/n: with a slight chuckle "You were lovely my dear~" he looks to Alastra (Speaking of, my dears) 

Approaching the music demon he looks at the ever present smile on her face. 

Y/n: "Little doe?"

Alastra: "Yes?"

Y/n: "How uh, are you doing?"

Alastra: "Fine, why do you ask?"

Y/n: "It's just, your taking the news rather well"

Alastra: "Darling, if that was enough to shock me I would be shocked the first night we had together~"

Y/n: blushing slightly "I-I see"

Alastra: "Anyway, I think the broadcast wen't well. I'm sure even your special listener got it"

Vaggie: "Special listener?"

Y/n: "Although I wanted to let all of hell know there was someone not in hell I wanted to tell most of all"

Charlie: "Not in hell?"

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Meanwhile in heaven

The Music Angel is seen at his desk turning off a small radio before smashing it with his fist. His white holy form almost appearing to glitch and flicker as he stands enraged. 

The Music Angel: "That.... F̷̩͛u̶͓͐c̵̼͝k̸͎̿ì̸̢n̵̙͑g̶̹͛ ̶͕̓P̴͔̏r̴͔̔í̶̤c̸̤̀k̵̪̅!̷͇̇"