Starvation - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss x Male!Reader

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 - 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 - 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 A.

[Choice: A]

After some extended thought put into his decision between turning this hellhound child into his adopted one, or leaving it in that dastardly Adoption Center, [Y/N] decided upon. . .

[Y/N]
'Hmmm, No. You would be too much for me to handle. Such a growing girl like you deserves to be associated with. . .this pungent society. But don't you worry little one! I shall visit you very often at that disregardable Adoption Centre.'

"Woona" tilted her head confused. Of course she would be confused, she's a goddamn toddler! Despite his decision, the cannibal feels abit. . .wrong. Was this the best anwser to this issue?

Yes, Yes it was.

He can't bear having another child turning into a dissapointment. It's best someone else cares for this little pup.

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'Flowery Goodbyes, my dear! I shall be visiting this one daily! Ahahahahaha~'

As [Y/N] was about to exit the shelter, He then side-eyed the lady. Voodoo Sigils carved themselves onto walls, as surroundings took on a psychedelic hue. X flared in pure white, as [Y/N] glared.

'If I see as much as H A I R drop from her due to abuse, I will bring down  E V E R Y O N E here. Including every child here, excluding this girl. U N D E R S T O O D?'

Hellhound Manager shook her head frantically, as [Y/N] chuckled and teleported back to First Circle of Pride Ring, where his property remains. Things shall take a much better turn from here. [Y/N] knows of this.

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[7th Birthday]
[Y/N] taught Loona Self-Defense by having other Orphans play as Target Practice. He taught her one important rule of life; Playing Dirty. You won't go far in Hell without playing dirty, after all. He taught her how to pry locks open, how to intimidate and manipulate others and many other underhanded tricks to the young hellhound. Despite their lack of parental bond, Loona found him as a great teacher, and a greater caretaker. [Y/N] was enthralled by the idea of a child taking liking to him, as he did have a very awful reaction to him reuniting with his family in Hell, and meeting his Son too.

[8th Birthday]
Lessons continued, as [Y/N] taught Loona how to handle weaponry of all kinds. . .except Firearms. She was always interested on why her teacher hates those. He always swept it under the rug of 'Inhumane and Deplorable method of Execution'. At first, it was simple hand-to-hand combat. [Y/N] wasn't much of a martial artist (at all) but he still managed to teach the girl proper self-defense in physical confrontations. She was surprised on how her Father-not-Father-that-stepped-up despite looking like a twig, could easily slither around like snake in combat, and deliver hits that replicate the feeling of getting rammed by a freight train. She asked him how does this occur, to which [Y/N] replied with simple chuckle, and "Skill, my dear. Some have an issue with obtaining it. You youngsters would call it a 'Skill issue' Hmhmhmhmhmh~!"

[9th Birthday]
Nothing changed much, besides [Y/N] schooling Loona about basic stuff. Math, English and other basic subjects you'd get at school. . .Besides Art. [Y/N], despite being a connoisseur of Art and History, always found uselessness in teaching it to very impressionable children. Leave Art to dedicated schooling enviroments, you won't earn a dime by just being an artist. You need preparations and dedications of a sponsor with other support to such frivolous career. [Y/N] would know so, considering he had a chance to meet a rejected art student in Austria. Safe to say, we know how that story goes regarding that student, right Audience?