Starvation - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss x Male!Reader

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[Third Person Narration]

Another 3 Hours pass from Dessert Y/N prepared for himself and Lyra. He told her about him touring Members of Ars Goetia. Lyra, being an Exorcist, didn't know jack shit about Hellborn Royalty, so overlord explained the Hierarchy of Hell. Imp and Hellhounds being at the lowest of bottoms, surpassed in social standing by Hellborn and Sinners. Above Sinners stand Overlords, powerful entities having atleast 1 million souls under their name. Above Overlords are Ars Goetia. Hellborn Royalty that handles events related to natives of Hell. Deadly Sins are superior to Goetias, acting as Managers of each ring. Then Morningstar-Magne Family, with Lucifer being the Patriarch of the Family and King of Hell.

Lyra understood the whole thing quite easily. Maybe she was not as foolish as he thought. Perhaps there might be some worth keeping her around a little longer? Who knows.

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Y/N

'. . .-So that's how Lucifer lost in a fiddle contest! Quite an amusing display it was, ohohohoho~!'

Exorcist giggled a little. Great King of Hell outsmarted? She'd never think of it at all.

She sits there, slightly conflicted before stammering out.

Lyra
'S-Sa-Say Y/n. . .What do you think of me? Am I. . .just like my sisters?'

Overlord looks at her up and down, before laughing.

Y/N

'Hmmm. No I don't think so! You're yet to prove me your deplorability to me, my dear.'

Lyra sighs, content with his anwser. She figured she would be a simple liability to his person. After all, to harbor an Angel is to paint yourself in a shitty image in Hell. Even worse if the said Angel has bodycount of hundreds if not thousands. . .No I'm not talking about 'that' Angel, you sickos.

Y/N

'Well now. Any questions before I start Dinner?'

Lyra
'Y-Yeah, actually. . .Can I help you cook this time? I feel like I need to do something in return for your kindness. . .So please allow me this  act of kindness.'

Y/N tilts his head confused. His guest? Helping him? Astronomically baffling to him.

Overlord concedes upon seeing her pleading expression, before sighing.

Y/N

'Very well, my dove. Let us commence our march to the Kitchen then!'

Overlord stands up from the table he sat at with Lyra, twirling his cane before proceeding to the Kitchen. Exorcist followed behind.

As they walked, Lyra began asking questions. Mostly about his personal things he likes. Cooking and Cleaning for example. So that explains why Library was so clean. Lyra noticed Y/N oftenly changes gloves. Is he a germophobe? She'll have to ask.

Lyra
'Hey, uhh Y/N? Do you like. . .dislike dirtiness?'

Y/N