Rule Hell Together-Alastor x Fem! Reader

1 - Sickos, Stoners, and Streetwalkers

Sickos, stoners and streetwalkers: Hell in a nutshell. Your home for 5 years now. This STD-ridden society had provided nothing but anger and annoyance for you. You were fed up with it. You wanted out of there. You wanted out of there quick.

That's when you heard of the Happy Hotel, a little place started by the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie. It was up and running for a few months before you got there, and it seemed pretty well organized. Charlie and Vaggie, co-managers, Husk, the front desk clerk, Niffty, the housekeeper, and last but far from least, Alastor, the Radio Demon. What did he do for the hotel? Well, you had no idea. He didn't specialize in anything, just helped Charlie with whatever needed to be done. What he was actually there for was basically just to watch the hotel fail, which wasn't kind, at all. 

Alastor never failed to make you happy, though. His bright, charming, charismatic personality always brightened your day when you were feeling low. You two seemed to get along really well, telling jokes and talking about the things you missed most in life. One of which was ruthlessly killing people. 

Oh, yes, you were both serial killers. Alastor did it for the thrill, you did it for revenge. He would see someone and just decide to kill them. You would kill someone out of revenge for yourself, your friends, or your family. And you had to admit: It was fun. It was fun knowing that someone's life was dependent on your will. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, you cheated on my friend with some whore? Aww, poor stupid asshole, that was the biggest mistake of your life!" you had said to a man when he had broken your best friend's heart. You had proceeded to kill him, and you got away with it! But, the more people you killed out of vengeance, the closer you got to getting caught.

You had heard about some gossip about your mother once, and it was spread by none other than her 'frenemy', Karen (yes i meant that). What was the gossip? That your mother had cheated on your father with multiple men. What did this cause? Judgement and condescending glares directed at your mother. What did that mean to you? Karen had to die. So, you broke into her house, knife in hand, and proceeded to climb up the stairs, as quiet as possible. 

Oh, fuck, what a big-ass surprise! She and her husband had an argument that night and he was sleeping on the couch. He heard you break in, got his pistol, and shot you out of defense for his home. Long story short, the police were called, you were arrested, they collected your fingerprints and DNA, they matched them with the fingerprints and DNA at the multiple crime scenes where you murdered people, and you were put on death row, with 9 charges of first-degree murder, all of which you actually committed. There were no false accusations...in fact, they missed two murders. After a few years of waiting, you were killed through lethal injection. That's when you found yourself in Hell.

You were a demon with light grey skin and (f/c) hair. You had (f/c) eyes and nails. Your outfit was made up of (f/c), black, and white (preferred clothes). 

Hell was filled with a shit-ton of sickos, stoners, and streetwalkers. You couldn't go anywhere without someone dealing or buying drugs, flirting with you, or offering sexual services. It was pissing you off, and you were tired of it. Then, you overheard someone talking about the Happy Hotel, recently renamed the Hazbin Hotel. Despite their animosity towards the hotel, you packed your bags and headed straight for it, and now, you had been there for about 6 months. 

The friendship you had with Alastor was really special. It wasn't like any friendship you had with other friends. You could talk about pretty much anything (including murder), and he would listen to you. He was a better friend than you ever had before. Still, there were boundaries that you knew you shouldn't cross, and that boundary was some parts of Alastor's past life, and his death. When you had asked him about those once, he quickly changed the subject. You made sure to respect that; you never pried when he decided to stop telling you about something, and you never tried to figure out anything he didn't tell you.