Hell's Killer (Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader)

Mastermind

Andrealphus: Hmm. You seem in good spirit today.

The imp butler serves Stella another cup of tea as Stella looks at her make-up compact.

Stella: "Oh yes! Stolas has his heart shat on by that little imp cretin he was seeing!" Giggles

Andrealphus: "Oh?"

Stella: "Yes, I believe he finally learnt that that filthy little beast was only using him to gain access to his grimoire."

Andrealphus suddenly reacts to Stella's mention of Blitzo using the grimoire while Stella cackles.

Stella: "Fucking moron!"

Andrealphus: "Gain- Gain access to--" Coughs "to his what?"

Stella: "That fancy book thing."

Andrealphus: "D-D-N No, wait, wait, wait, wait! Stolas was letting an imp use his Goetia-given grimoire, and you didn't tell me?"

Stella: Why do you care?

Andrealphus: "Because! We have been trying to figure out a means to usurp your horny ex-husband's power. It's bad enough that Revenant Horsemen is on their side."

The room starts to get frozen due to Andrealphus' increasing anger.

Andrealphus: "And this whole time, you knew about incredibly illegal thing he was doing and you didn't think it might be a good idea to LET ME KNOW?!"

Stella: "WELL, DON'T YELL AT ME!" Sits back down and takes another sip on her tea "Now you fucking know. Wait didn't Striker finished him off?"

Andrealphus: "He didn't. Your attack dog was bound to a painting made from his corpse. This Massacre fellow freed him from it."

Stella: "Who the fuck is Massacre?"

Andrealphus, face palmed: "You... are... so lucky you are hot, Stella."

Meanwhile

Billions of demon corpses were everywhere as you tore through them like sandpaper mixed with wet paint. This...Overlord of Fear was giving you trouble and fucking with your friends was a grave mistake. Killers of supernatural...horrid entities...none of them were safe when they attacked in the Overlord's name. And now, you stand over that battered piece of shit.