Carmilla Carmine, the enigmatic and calculating leader, presided over the gathering of Hell's elite. Her voice dripped with urgency as she detailed the impending threat.
"Heaven's Exorcist Army will descend upon Hell in three months...aiming to reduce our population by half...we must fend for ourselves, relying on individual cunning and resourcefulness."
Alastor's gaze drifted away, consumed by thoughts of y/n. He envisioned her smile, her laughter, and her unwavering spirit. Her presence lingered, a ghostly whisper in his mind.
The assembly's voices rose, debating survival strategies, but Alastor's attention remained elsewhere. He pictured her among the Hazbin Hotel's residents, a beacon of light in the darkness. Charlie's determination, Vaggie's wit, and Angel Dust's resilience all flashed through his thoughts.
Carmilla's eyes narrowed, her gaze sweeping the room. "We cannot afford complacency. Heaven's army will show no mercy."
A subtle clearing of a throat broke the spell. Alastor's gaze snapped back to Carmilla, his expression neutral once more.
"Alastor, your thoughts on survival?" Carmilla asked, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity.
Alastor's mask slipped into place. "We must exploit Heaven's army weaknesses, utilize our unique skills, and form temporary alliances to increase our chances."
Carmilla's gaze lingered, searching for cracks in Alastor's facade. Satisfied, she nodded. "Agreed. Survival depends on adaptability and cunning."
As the meeting concluded, Alastor's mind strayed, entwined with thoughts of y/n. He wondered if she was safe, if she was thinking of him too. Did she sense the danger looming on the horizon?
The fate of Hell's residents, including the Hazbin Hotel's misfit family, hung precariously in the balance.
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Love In The Underworld
FanfictionY/n arrives at the hazbin hotel hoping to redeem herself. Until she meets a certain radio demon. Will she be redeemed or will she remain in hell?
