One Demon • Attack on Titan x Hazbin Hotel

•°• 1 •°•

"Holy shit, that hurts!"

A groan came from a female inside a silent prison cell. She opened her eyes properly, taking in the scenery around here. She had no clue what was going on. She had no idea on how she even got here. Wait what year was it again? Ah, she was frightened.

She stood up shakingly on her own two feet. She felt very strange. She checked down on her body. Wouldn't you know it, her original clothing  was taken. It was now replaced with this white, loose dress. She scrunched her nose in disgust. Not just by the outfit, but also the horrid smell, look and over all demeanor of the cell.

Before I, the very bad author of this story, start having fun with this, I should probably mention what's going on. This is you. Obvious, I know. Miss Magne here is the neice of one the one and only apple king himself, Lucifer. She grew up being addressed as a princess in her home of Hell, hanging out with her dear cousin, Charlie, and her friends that helped run her hotel.

Speaking of hotels... why the Hell are you not there eating some of Alastors mums famous Jambalaya!? a spark of rage filled inside of you. What you wanted right at this very moment was to leave this strange place. A stomped your foot in frustration.

"Great! I don't know where I am and I'm missing out on some good food! I wish I could just-"

a bright thought came to your mind. You decided to use your demon power's to get out. You took a step back and counted down to three. You felt the sinister smile appear on your lips, not directed at anyone.

At the count of three, you snapped your finger.  This was a little trick your cousin taught you when you were young. It was a great thing to help you get out of stick situations; like a turf war.

But. Nothing happened.

You paused a bit before snapping again. Then again and again and again. The frustration starting taking you over once more. You flopped smoothly on the floor in sadness. As you thought of ideas on what might be happening, you ran your fingers through your (H/C) locks. They were soft as usual... until you noticed something more frightening.

"What he hell!?"

You ran your hands through your hair once more before realizing something.

Oh god. Your horns. They were gone.

The sound of a door opening came from not so far away. A pair of feet could be heard, and you could tell. Quickly, you stood on your feet. Didn't want to look weak, right? you replaced your frown with a smile. Just wait and see why.

Behind your bars were two men. Your smile increased as you looked at the two. Smiling. It was creepy and seemed to keep most away.

One of the men was a tall blonde. He looked more professional then you in his outfit. His face was stern and he sat on a wooden chair near your cell. The other was a raven-ette who seemed your height. Sad, I know. He looked pissed and you questioned whether or not that was Husker in disguise.

Oh. And they were looking at you weirdly. Figures.

"Hello! what can I do for the both of you?~" you sang, stepping a little closer towards the bars of the cellar. They glanced at eachother before back at you. The blonde cleared his throat.

"My name is Erwin Smith. What you can do for me is really some explaining." he said, eyebrows furrowed. His voice was deep, which made you a bit blushy since most of the people down in Hell are disgusting freaks. They... were humans.

And you were now one, too.

"Explaining? sorry, I think you are the ones that are supposed to do that." you chuckled, keep in the sinister grin on your face. While acting all cocky, you placed both your hands on you hips. Now you were really close to them, your body a inch away from the steel bars.