Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Chance at Happiness
Angst from me bois.

Happy.
Such a subjective word.
A feeling I never felt after she left.
After she abandoned me.

Abandon.
Such an objective word.
A feeling I've constantly felt after she left.
After my happiness left me.

Slamming my fist into the glass of wine, I watched as the scarlet liquid trickled down my fingers, staining my nails. The blood spread throughout the etchings of the wood, through its veins to eventually meet a dead end, where one could simply not go on anymore.

Without my Y/N.

A horrifying laugh erupted from my throat, turning into a blood curdling cackle as I dug my sharpened nails into my flesh. My sharpened nails that used to murder. That used to torture. That used to hold my precious Y/N.

I gave up murder, I gave up torture, I gave up Y/N to get to Heaven.
As I once said, 'I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!'

She was never a loathsome sinner. She was above us all. She belonged there.

I however, did not.
I will remain here till some demon takes pity on me and erases me from this grim world.
Without her, who am I?

Some demon that raised through the ranks through exterminating any demon that got in his way?
To throw it all away for another: for a selfish desire to feel her skin on mine, to feel the warmth when she smiled at me, to feel happiness.

Pathetic.

Flashbacks shifted through my mind, she was probably up in Heaven, flapping her wings, not realising what she did.

What she changed in me.

'You're never fully dressed without a smile'.
A familiar voice.
A familiar voice I could never mistake for another.

'Y/N?'
My voice was raw from crying, the words scratching at my throat.

I reached out to grab her.
To grab my one chance at happiness.

But I fell right through her.