Alastor's cries shook the lobby, his heart shattered into a million pieces. He held Y/N's lifeless body, his tears falling onto her face.
Charlie, Husk, Angel Dust, and Vaggie stood frozen, their faces etched with grief. Vox, defeated, lay motionless, forgotten.
Alastor's anguish echoed through the halls, a haunting lament. He whispered, "My darling, my everything... Why did you leave me?"
As the reality set in, Alastor's sorrow transformed into unyielding determination. He vowed, "I'll make sure your sacrifice isn't in vain, Y/N. Vox will pay for this."
With gentle care, Alastor laid Y/N's body on the ground, his eyes never leaving hers. The Hazbin crew formed a solemn circle around them, paying their respects.
In the silence, Angel Dust spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll get through this, together."
Alastor's gaze rose, his eyes blazing with resolve. "We'll finish what we started. For Y/N."
The crew nodded in unison, their faces set with determination. The battle may be won, but the war for justice has just begun...
(To be continued…)
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Déjà Vu
Fanfiction27 year old (y/n) starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his c...
