Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Part 2 - Yandere!Valentino x Jevil!Reader x Yandere!Angel

(Third person POV)

The girl dropped her weapon, onlooking in sheer horror as the penknife was devoured into the mysterious liquid, seemingly swallowed by it. Her eyes fell upon the mask that laid dejectedly on the ground. An ear piercing scream reverberated throughout the city as she backed away from it to be leaning against a nearby wall in vain hopes of protection from the object, her other friends mimicking her actions as well.

Normally a scream wouldn't foretell so much commotion in Hell, but Val recognised the voice and rushed outside to see what happened to one of his dear staff members, Angel swiftly following.

(Valentino's POV)

I stood at the scene.
Three of my girls stood cowering in the corner, whilst one pointed at the oozing liquid coming from the mask. I gave them a somewhat quizzical expression as I inspected the object in question.

Y/N's mask.

She was never seen without her mask on. Something was deathly wrong here.

Before I could verify my thoughts and ask what could have possibly happened, I felt something latch onto my arm. Heather, the girl who screamed, was holding onto my arm for dear afterlife, uncomfortably close to me. I extended my arm and shook it slightly, trying to carry the message that I didn't want to her to that, but she didn't heed it. She carried on as she looked at me with big eyes. It was so terribly fake.

Glancing over at Angel for some sort of assistance, I realised he was in a similar predicament to I, the other girls held onto his multiple arms either side, locking them in place as he tried to calm the girls down.

I stopped trying to resist of a moment, letting my arm dangle loosely as I turned to Heather to ask her what happened.

'Oh it was horrible!' The other girls nodded furiously at this statement, 'T-That freaky bitch just dropped her mask and weird shit is coming from it!' She grasped my arm even tighter, if that was possible.

Skepticism clouded my mind as I looked over at the mask, peering at it in more detail. There was only the left piece of the mask with a jagged line where the other half should be, it was fairly obvious it was torn apart abruptly.

'She didn't just drop it.' Angel began, as if our thoughts were mirrored exactly, 'I think somebody tore it off her.' He eyed Heather, she returned a look of badly feigned surprise.

'You can't just make accusations without proof, Angie..' I shook the girl off me at last as I watched Angel's initial look of confusion. Heather and the girls looked at me with such adoration that I was 'defending' them that I nearly brought tears to my eyes.

'But..' I drew out my words, 'this is Hell and this might come as a shock to you Heather, but nobody gives a shit.'

Her smile promptly dropped as my own grew larger, Angel's grin following after getting my approach.

'W-What?'

Summoning one of my trademark weapons, I gestured to the girl, slicing my arm through the air in a swift motion. The weapon cut through her arm easily, blood spilling from the injury as her arm fell to the floor.

'I said, nobody gives a shit.'

I glared at her as I wiped my glasses casually for the blood splattered all over them. She shrieked, clutching her shoulder as her face scrunched up into something reminiscent of pure pain, so much so it brought a smile to my face. Her friends ran over to her quickly, attempting to aid her suffering, Angel stood beside me observing the scene.

We exchanged looks, dangerous energy flicking between us, Angel got close to me as he whispered in my ear.

'Want to finish them off?'

'Sure, I could stand to lose a few of my girls.' I grinned, summoning more of my axes.

They were suspended in the air as we were behind the girls that were currently trying to stop the seemingly never ending flow of the red liquid. Before they could register what could possibly be happening, my multiple weapons glided through the air, stabbing them in the back in numerous areas.

The two girls fell to their knees, curling up in the fetal position with the immense pain the weapons carried. They screamed as the weapons pierced their vital organs, cutting off their air circulation, the shrieks stopping as abruptly as they started. Their mouths were open as if they wanted to say something, but didn't have the capacity to, only incoherent sounds coming out their mouth.

(Angel's POV)

She obviously did something.
She lied.
And I hate liars.

Saving the worst for last, I approached the ringleader in her compromised state as she endeavoured to look up at me, I smiled at her, what was meant to be a reassuring, soft smile, but swiftly turned into a malicious smirk.

Taking advantage of the situation, I kicked her in the shin with the front of my boot, causing a large gnash of rather gruesome colours as she dropped to the ground, howling in the sudden agony.

'What are.. you-'
She manages to splutter out before I starting kicking her, watching her writhe on the ground, coughing up blood.

And then it was a bloodbath.

Three bodies littered the floor, their faces white as their life was drained away from them, the dreaded crimson liquid staining the surface of the walls. The ringleader threshed about for a second before her hand became limp.

They weren't erased. They were only hurt.

Badly hurt.