The Forgotten Celestial (Hazbin hotel AU)

Chapter 4: The Price of Truth

Back in Heaven, Y/N felt the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. Despite her victories against sinners and her growing prowess as a commander, a lingering sense of incompleteness haunted her. She needed answers, and deep down, she knew that those answers lay in the depths of Hell, amidst the shadows of the Hazbin Hotel.

Y/N found herself before Adam, his presence imposing as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, look who it is," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "The little Exterminator thinks she can just waltz into Hell and gather intel. You're a damn fool if you think this is a game."

"Let me go," Y/N replied firmly, meeting his gaze without flinching. "I need to uncover my past and gather information on the Hazbin Hotel. I can do this."

Adam studied her for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. "Alright, I'll let you go. But there's a catch-you're going in solo. No backup. And I want you to act like a sinner. Gain their trust. Make it look good."

Y/N's heart raced. "What's the task?"

"Another extermination is coming up. I want you to observe everything-how they operate, who's running the show, and how that damn hotel fits into the picture. And while you're at it, see if you can get some of the so-called 'redeemers' to let their guard down. It'll be good to know what they're up to, especially with that annoying princess Charlie hanging around," Adam replied, his tone growing darker.

"Got it," Y/N said, determination coursing through her. She understood the stakes, and she wouldn't let fear dictate her path. "I'll do what it takes."

"Good. Now, scram before I change my mind," Adam grumbled, waving her off dismissively.

With a final nod, Y/N turned and made her way to the portal that would take her to Hell. The air crackled around her as she stepped through, anticipation and anxiety twisting in her gut. She had no idea what awaited her, but she was ready to face it head-on.

When she emerged, Y/N found herself in the heart of Hell, the familiar chaos enveloping her. The stench of smoke and brimstone filled her lungs as the cacophony of shouting sinners and bustling streets surrounded her. The vibrant colors of the city contrasted sharply with the grim reality that lay beneath.

As she navigated the chaotic streets, Y/N felt the weight of her mission pressing on her. She needed to blend in, to become one of them. At the hazbin hotel's door She took a deep breath and knock and the door open and she forcing a carefree smile. "Hey there!" I look behind the person who open the door for me. "What's a sinner got to do to get some fun around here?"

They looked her up and down, sizing her up. One of them, a scrappy-looking demon with a mischievous grin, stepped forward. "You're new, aren't you? What's your name?"

"Call me... Y/N," she replied, the name slipping off her tongue easily, as if it had always been hers.

"Welcome to Hell, Y/N! I'm Alby. You should check out the bar over there-Husk's place. Great drinks, terrible service," he laughed, and the others chimed in with their own recommendations, eager to show her the ropes.

As Y/N made her way to the bar, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The Hazbin Hotel loomed in the distance, its lights flickering invitingly. She steeled herself, reminding herself of her mission.

Inside Husk's bar, the atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, loud music, and the clinking of glasses. Y/N slid onto a stool, looking around for the familiar faces of the hotel's residents. Her gaze landed on Husk, the grumpy yet lovable bartender, who was wiping down the counter with a look of disdain.

"Can I get you a drink?" Husk grumbled, pouring a glass with little enthusiasm.

"Sure," Y/N said, flashing him a smile. "What do you recommend?"

"Depends. You want something strong or something that tastes like crap?" he shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's go with strong," she replied, maintaining her facade as a carefree sinner. The drink Husk handed her was potent, burning her throat as she downed it in one gulp. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, loosening her nerves.

Across the bar, she spotted Charlie and Vaggie deep in conversation, their chemistry palpable. Y/N felt a pang of admiration for the princess of Hell, knowing she had to get closer. With a little confidence fueled by the drink, she approached their table.

"Hey there! Mind if I join?" Y/N asked, her voice bright.

Charlie looked up, her expression a mixture of surprise and warmth. "Of course! I'm Charlie, and this is Vaggie. What's your name?"

"Y/N," she replied, forcing herself to relax. "I just got here, and I'm looking to meet some new faces. Heard a lot about this hotel."

Vaggie's eyes narrowed slightly, but she held her tongue, letting Charlie take the lead. "Well, welcome to our little slice of Hell! What brings you here?"

"Just trying to find my place, I guess," Y/N said, keeping her tone casual. "Heard this hotel is the best spot for sinners to get a second chance."

"That's what we're trying to do," Charlie chimed in, her passion shining through. "We believe everyone deserves a chance at redemption. It's tough, but we're working on it."

Y/N nodded, the weight of their mission resonating with her. "I can respect that. I'm all about second chances."

As the conversation flowed, Y/N felt a sense of belonging wash over her. Charlie and Vaggie's optimism was infectious, and she found herself laughing and sharing stories, weaving her narrative into theirs. She knew this bond was essential, a way to infiltrate their world and gather the information Adam wanted.

After a while, Alastor sauntered in, his presence instantly commanding attention. The static crackled in the air as he walked, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ah, I see we have a new face! What a delightful surprise!"

Y/N felt the atmosphere shift as he approached their table. "What brings you to our humble abode, dear sinner?"

"Just looking for a good time," Y/N replied smoothly, maintaining her act. "Charlie here was just showing me around."

Alastor's eyes glinted with interest, his voice dripping with charm. "Oh, I do love it when newcomers embrace the chaos of Hell. Tell me, Y/N, are you ready to dance with the devil?"

Y/N met his gaze, a mix of caution and intrigue swirling within her. "I've always been up for a challenge."

With that, the night continued to unfold, laughter and chaos blending seamlessly. Y/N knew she was playing a dangerous game, but with each connection she formed, she was one step closer to unraveling the truth about herself and the Hazbin Hotel.

As the shadows danced around her, Y/N felt a flicker of hope. She was beginning to carve her own path in this chaotic realm, and with every interaction, she was determined to forge bonds that would help her uncover the mysteries of her past, all while staying one step ahead of Adam's plans.

This was just the beginning of her journey, and Y/N was ready to embrace whatever Hell had in store for her.