Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Vox x Fem!Assassin!Reader

Cloaked Love

Y/N walked along the narrow, cobbled streets, vines creeping out in between the bricks as the buildings loomed over her. Only a sliver of red light could make its way through the overhanging stories, shouts and screams emitting around her. The alleyway twisted, seemingly turning back on itself as she came face to face with a blank stone wall.

Preparing herself, she placed her hand in a particular position, her index finger aligned with one of the stone bricks. Carefully, she stepped forward into the wall and was swallowed by the darkness. Y/N opened her eyes to find a group of demons crowding around a particular screen, seemingly a list. Most demons pointed and cackled at the screen and rushed to the far side of the dark abyss to collect something from a booth.

Y/N fought through the crowd, a mixture of pointed fingers and shouting, to find a list of demons, ranging from highly respectable to the lowest of the low. Each demon had a price tag next to them, a bounty if you will, to show how much a demon would get if they were to successfully kill one of them.

At the top, Y/N noticed, there was a demon with a TV for a head, a top hat with a sound wave pattern along its brim. The demon had an oversized, red bow tie with a matching waistcoat and undertone of his coattails. He wore a striped, black blazer and his eyes were red and of a neon blue pupil, one of his eyes having a symbol instead of a pupil with black circle revolving around it.

She recognised him as one of the overlords of Hell, the bounty read $1 Million for his death. Y/N contemplated attempting to assassinate him, if she failed it would most certainly lead to her erase. Reasoning with herself, she told herself it would be better if she went for a lower ranking target, but she did need the money.

And the need for money was greater than logic.

Queuing in the line to get the weapon, Y/N thought how she was ever going to pull this off, being a high profile individual and all, it may be difficult to find an opportunity to assassinate him. Y/N got to the front of the queue, being handed a small knife by a very bored looking demon. The knife was made of the same material as the exterminator's spear, the black metal like surface had blue lines run through it.

Spending the rest of her day planning on how she was to kill him (again), studying his schedule and stalking him to find out his habits/personality. Y/N remained undetected all evening, she found the demon quite alluring in a strange way: the way he grinned in a disturbing, cunning manner and especially his skill in gaming. However she shook these unnecessary feelings, she did not know Vox, she was only here to see him meet his demise.

The following night, after packing some equipment and wearing a cloak, she set out for Vox's abode, a mediocre sized house, near the Porn studios his friend Valentino owned. Y/N walked under the blanket of the red night through the nearly deserted streets, except for the occasional drunk demon stumbling out of the bar, proceeding to get robbed/beaten by other demons.

Under the cover of the night, Y/N snuck around the expanse of Vox's property, until she found a window. Before she removed the window, Y/N remotely disarmed Vox's alarm system to ensure it didn't go off during her break in to alert Vox of her presence otherwise she was dead.

Cutting a rectangle, big enough for Y/N to fit in, using a sharp, laser knife into the window, she carefully manoeuvred the glass as to not shatter. Advancing up the stairs, already knowing the location of Vox's bedroom, Y/N stealthily creaked the door open to find the TV demon asleep in his bed, surprisingly of a matching colour scheme to his normal outfit. His room consisted of multiple desks to keep his computer monitors on for gaming and seemingly surveillance of his house, gladly I managed to deactivate that. Painting adorned his walls, mostly of him, but some were of him, Valentino and Velvet, notes were pinned on his wall on the behaviour of Alastor. The two eternally hated each other with their opposing views of technology and Vox, from what Y/N gathered, wanted to murder him.

Y/N creeped up to his bedside, she was going to do it, she was going to kill him, she was.. until something, an unfamiliar feeling plagued her, her knife was poised just above his chest, ready to strike. Yet she didn't plunge it into his chest, was it hesitance?

Before she could identify the emotion, Vox's eyes snapped open and grabbed Y/N's arm, abruptly getting up. Using one hand, he pinned Y/N's two hands above her head:
'Who are you?'
'What are you doing here?'

Vox's eyes narrowed, his voice teetering on a deep growl.
'I'll repeat myself.. what are you doing here?'

Y/N's mouth opened as if she was going to say something, but was quickly silenced after Vox retrieved the knife from her hand, turning it over in his hand.
'An exterminator's knife..'

He seemed lost in thought when he suddenly pulled the hood Y/N was wearing, causing her to gasp from the action, fear awfully evident on her face. Vox stared at her oddly for a moment before his expression shifted into one of a softer intention.

Neither of the two knew what to do, proceeding to stare at each other for an extended period of time; Y/N searched his face, but seemingly got distracted, examining his computer like features and unique eyes.

Reaching his hands behind Y/N's neck, Vox embedded a crystal into her skin. Y/N didn't dare look at whatever he was doing, too scared to be decapitated right then and there.

Vox retracted his grasp on her two hands and locks eye contact with Y/N:
'Go'.

Y/N obeyed his command and without hesitation, started walking towards the exit as Vox whispered, 'Till next time darling'.

Vox held a duplicate crystal in his clawed hand, running his finger along the edges. He closed his fist as his fingers wrapping around the jewel.

As he enclosed the jewel in his hand, Y/N felt an electric impulse run through her spine. Sharp pain lanced her eye, her expression of a grimace as her natural skin turned an ashen grey of pale complexion. She clutched her eye, racing to an abandoned shop to look through the windows at her reflection. Her eye mimicked the appearance of Vox's, she tried to subdue the pain but it was all useless - She was already gone.

'There will be a next time'.