Hells Chef (fem!Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 2

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*Third person*

Hell. A place where people go if they do bad things, murder, assault, rape, eating someone else's food knowing full well who it belongs to. Those are all objectively and morally wrong. But for things like suicide, murder in self-defense, stealing pencils. Are those considered bad? If you put down your pet because they are suffering, does that make you a good person? If you shoot someone to save a friend does that make you a bad person? Will the gates of heaven welcome you if you just say sorry for all the people you have killed? Maybe, it kind of depends. But in reality, no, you took another person's left. That isn't something that can be forgiven with a little pat on the shoulder. No, Y/n, didn't deserve to go away but hell. He doesn't know how many he's killed, but he knows what he has taken from others. Someone's kid, mother, father, grandmother, or even grandfather. That's why being sent to hell wasn't that big of a surprise.

What Y/n didn't expect was to see people, or more so demon-like people, walking and talking like everything was normal. This wasn't hell, it seemed more like a vacation home. The town Y/n had arrived at was as lively as any other town in the real world, there were houses, shops, a bank, restaurants, drug dealers, and prostitutes. This was nothing like he had thought it would be, to think in hell he could be himself. Of course, that self is some killer but who is going to stop him from killing? Who is going to say what he is doing is wrong? No one, not a soul in hell would say that. Of course, that didn't mean he would go on a killing rampage just because. After so much it either wouldn't be fun or someone would kill him, down here, he has a higher chance of retaliation. Also for the fact he wasn't getting paid to kill, down here no one's going to pay to have someone else do the job they themself can do. For now, he'll be more cool.

"Alright first thing first, find a job," Y/n said, pumping his fist. He was excited for a lot of reasons, he was alive, super strong, and could do anything he wanted. It was like a dream come true! A second chance at life, not too many of those just being thrown out there. At least he doesn't think so, either way, he feels like he got a good body. As he continued his search for a job, he saw many transactions being made between women and men. Y/n himself wasn't the fondest of the idea of mating, but he didn't want to be uninformed if the time were to ever come he wanted a child. So after finding some books on how to pleasure the opposite sex, he can now say he knows at least the basics of how to pleasure a woman. But now of course the new dilemma he faced was how to pleasure a demon woman. Things to consider later he suppose.

As he watched another woman get the proper payment, his mind began to wonder about 'her'. The thought alone made his blood begin to boil, 'she' made Y/n like this, an uncaring beast who kills to remember the night of his first murder. Like any normal person, Y/N used to only think about his grades and how well he would do in the cooking industry, but once he found 'her' it all changed. He couldn't control himself and committed a crime that would land him in the slammer for the rest of his life. But he couldn't forget such a rash, such a thrilling moment. He needed to relive it again, he needed to see the look on people's faces as the life slowly drained from their eyes. That was the greatest pleasure that he could feel, and the only gift that 'she' was ever worth. Will I see her down here I wonder? Y/n thought. Standing there lost in thought, he didn't even realize someone had bumped into him.

"Move it, dumbass." Someone said, trying to push Y/n out of their way, though it was to no avail. Y/n didn't even realize someone was pushing him, "Hey I said MOVE IT!" She pushed him again but this time putting some more effort behind it, this time he moved. Finally taking notice of said pusher Y/n turned around and gave the dirtiest look he could muster. She had red skin with spiral-like horns on top of her head and a tail that had an arrow-like shape at the end, wearing what appeared to be joggers with a lot of holes in them, She wore an oversized gray hoodie that dropped to about her knees, the shoulder blades are cut out from there to the wearer's elbows and replaced with black stripes that can be pulled together to cover the exposed skin. On top of said hoodie, there are black cat ears. Her hair went all the way down to her waist, from the top, it was black but on the way down it changed to red. Her sclera was as black as night but her pupils were bloodshot red, she barely came up to Y/n's chest.