Lost Soul (Alastor X Reader )

"Arrival"

Y/n always felt like something was missing in her life. She didn't know what it was, but the feeling never left her. She had no memory of her family or her past—only blurry images of places and people she couldn't remember clearly. Lately, the need to find answers grew stronger, like she was being pulled toward something important.

One evening, as the red sky of Hell cast its usual gloomy light over the land, Y/n wandered through a strange part of the underworld. The air smelled of ash and sulfur, and the streets were empty except for the distant sounds of suffering souls. Despite the eerie atmosphere, Y/n felt a strange sense of purpose, as if she was supposed to be here.

Eventually, she came across an old building. The glowing red letters of a flickering neon sign read, "Hazbin Hotel." The sight of the hotel sent a shiver through Y/n’s body, but at the same time, it felt oddly familiar, like she had seen it before.

Curious, she stepped inside. The doors creaked loudly as she pushed them open, revealing a colorful, chaotic lobby. Strange creatures—demons, lost souls, and other beings—moved around, talking in low voices. The inside of the hotel was loud and messy, a sharp contrast to the dull, red-lit world outside. Y/n’s heart raced as she took it all in, unsure of what she had just walked into.

“Hello there!” called a voice from behind the reception desk. Y/n turned and saw a tall woman with long blonde hair smiling at her. “I’m Charlie, welcome to Hazbin Hotel.”

Y/n swallowed hard. "What is this place?" she asked, her voice quiet.

Charlie stepped out from behind the desk, her smile warm. "It’s a hotel where souls come to redeem themselves, to find a way out of Hell." She studied Y/n closely, her eyes filled with curiosity. "But I don’t think you’re here for that, are you?"

Y/n frowned. "I don’t know why I’m here. I just... felt like I needed to come."

Charlie nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "That happens sometimes. This place has a way of calling people who need it."

Before Y/n could ask anything else, another figure approached. A tall man in a sharp red suit appeared, his eyes glowing with mischief. He looked at Y/n with a wide grin that made her uneasy.

"Well, what do we have here?" he said in a smooth voice. "A new face." He gave a small, dramatic bow. "I’m Alastor, and you are?"

"Y/n," she replied, still feeling uncertain.

Alastor’s grin grew wider. "Y/n... interesting." He exchanged a glance with Charlie before turning back to her. "There’s something about you, something... different."

Y/n felt confused. "What do you mean?"

Alastor chuckled softly. "You’ll figure it out soon enough," he said, his voice teasing. "This place has a way of showing people who they really are."

Y/n’s heart pounded as she glanced around the strange hotel. There was a deep sense of belonging here, something she didn’t understand but couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just the hotel—there was something about Charlie and Alastor that felt connected to her.

“I think I’ll stay,” Y/n said quietly.

Charlie smiled, though her eyes held a hint of curiosity. “You’re welcome here as long as you need. This place... it helps people learn things about themselves.”

Y/n nodded, even though she didn’t fully understand what was happening. There was something about Charlie that felt familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why. It felt like they were connected in some way.

Little did Y/n know, the truth was much bigger than she imagined. She wasn’t just a lost soul wandering into a strange hotel. She was Lucifer’s missing sister, tied to Hell in ways she had yet to discover.

For now, though, that truth remained hidden, waiting to be revealed.