The Forgotten Celestial (Hazbin hotel AU)

Chapter 25: The Dance of Destiny

As Y/N continued to spend time in Hell, the atmosphere around her became a blend of curiosity and intensity, particularly with Alastor and Lucifer frequently crossing paths. Each seemed to find subtle ways to capture her attention, creating an unspoken but undeniable tension.

One evening, Charlie decided to host a gathering at the hotel, wanting to bring everyone together, including some familiar faces and a few surprises. She put everything into creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere. With music and lights casting a dreamy glow across the room, it almost felt like a grand celebration, and yet, for Y/N, the air held a strange anticipation.

Y/N was enjoying herself, talking and laughing with some of the hotel’s residents, until Alastor approached, extending a hand with a glint of mischief in his eye.

"Would you care to dance, my dear?" he asked, his tone polite yet laced with an unusual warmth.

Y/N felt a slight flush but accepted his hand, allowing herself to be led to the dance floor. Alastor was an excellent dancer, guiding her gracefully through each step, his smile widening whenever she laughed. As they danced, his eyes sparkled with amusement, and Y/N could feel the subtle magnetism he always seemed to exude.

But then, a figure appeared at the edge of the floor. Lucifer stood, arms crossed, with an arched brow and a barely-hidden smirk. When the dance ended, he approached, giving Alastor a brief, challenging look before turning his full attention to Y/N.

“May I have the next dance?” Lucifer asked, his tone firm but with an unmistakable hint of possessiveness.

Y/N felt her heart race as she hesitated, but she could feel Lucifer’s unyielding gaze. Reluctantly, she took his hand, feeling a different kind of intensity as he led her. His movements were smooth, practiced, but there was something guarded about him as if he didn’t want to show too much emotion.

For a few moments, they danced in silence. Then, Lucifer’s voice softened. “You’ve changed, you know,” he murmured, his gaze piercing as it searched her expression.

Y/N looked up at him, caught off-guard by the vulnerability hidden behind his words. “And so have you,” she replied, feeling the weight of the years that had passed between them.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself caught between Alastor’s charming playfulness and Lucifer’s guarded intensity. Each man, in his own way, pulled her into their world, and she couldn’t ignore the conflict building within her.

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The evening came to an end, and Y/N found herself alone on a balcony, gazing out over the city lights of Hell. She could still feel the lingering warmth from the dances, the laughter from old friends, and the subtle tension that hung in the air.

Unbeknownst to her, Alastor and Lucifer had both watched her leave, each lost in thought. And though they remained silent, they both knew the delicate dance of rivalry had only just begun.