Alone at the edge of the universe-Hazbin hotel reader insert

prologue

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A mug of cheap booze in your rope-worn hands, slightly tipsy mind having the most fun its had all week. Good-natured shouts and hearty yelling surrounding you underneath the main walkway of your ship. Sure, it was smelly, crowded, and loud, but you felt so alive. Heh. As alive as you could be in hell. You found a Sturdy wooden beam to rest on while the slow, repetitive rocking of the ship acted almost like a calming Anchor, as you occasionally laughed and butted in with jokes with your fellow crew-mates in this hectic pirate gathering.

You were a demoness pirate, in fact the only female sinner you knew of on this crew sailing the seas of greed, in the second circle of hell. Only seems fit this circle was not only filled with wealth overlords and royals on their yachts, along with trading and cargo ships, but it was filled to the brim with treasure-hungry, And well, greedy pirates. Being a woman, contrary to some beliefs, Didn't make you any less strong, or worth this position. You could well carry your weight, and then some.

You may have been known as a trouble maker down here, but compared to these guys, you seemed more of a cold loner than anything. Don't get me wrong, you're not shy, just know when to keep quiet. Sometimes you're content, just minding your own business. People watching from time to time, often listening in on others magnificent sea-fairing tales, or even just daydreaming. But you know how to get someone wrapped up in a conversation, roped up into a performance ever if need be.

"Hey!" You called out to one sinners on this ship who didn't tower over you- a small fellow with a maroon sea urchin head, along with a relatively normal humanoid body, aside from his dark gray complexion. "Hey yourself stranger" You had learned his name was Charlie when he once accidentally Spilled his glass of ale on you, and have engaged in friendly conversation at times like this ever since. You both had exchange greetings and were now on the subject on the latest sea battles (turf wars weren't really a thing out here) when you heard a loud 'Thump!'

From one of the chipped wooden tables, you hear the banging of mugs, escalating from a couple off-beat taps, to several people joining in and clapping, creating a unanimous beat. Oh, you knew today was going to be good. With a smirk and a flash of your pointy canines, another one of your pirate crew mates , a tall, well-built fellow with a teal, almost see-though complexion, silky orange hair combed back, looking almost gelled with sweat and grease, gills and fins for his ears and on his arms, began to hum a merry and deep tune, others quickly joining in. And it wasn't long before you heard a voice singing-

"There once was a ship that put to sea, The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea" Now standing on the food and booze-stained table, he had captured everyone's attention who wasn't already raptured in.

Continuing the Shanties melody, "The winds blew up, her bow dipped down, O blow, my bully boys blow"

He sang with a genuine smile, raising his mug at the end of the first verse, along with most of the rest of the crew, including you, joining in.

"Huah!"

"Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the touguin' is done, well take our leave and go"

With the Chorus over, everyone went quiet once more, and a new man, a burly shark demon started singing with a Toothy grin of his own.

"She had not been two weeks from shore, when down on her, a right whale bore. The captain called, all hands and swore, He'd take that whale in tow. "Huah!"

"Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the touguin' is done, well take our leave and go"

Everyone joined in again, several men even joining in for lower harmonies. You even thought you hear a raccoon-looking man singing a really high part. The song continued for several more verses, each time a crew member would come up with another lyrical verse, a few singing more confidently with others. Charlie, the shy lad he is, even managed to get the first half of a verse in, with lots of encouragement of course. All the while you were laughing and clapping along, joining in for the chorus.

After a while of ping-ponging, it was Once again back on the Irish looking sinner. This time, he sang with a Much more devilish smirk on his face, eyes lit up with story-telling mischief as he handed his mug down so he could fully act out the part.

"For fourty days, or even more, the line went slack, then cut once more." This time a few pirates were humming almost solemnly, while others joined in for emphasis with shit-eating grins on their faces. "All boats were lost, there were only four, But still that whale did go. Huah!"

This chorus had even more joy and laugher in it than before, if possible, once everyone joined in.

"Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the touguin' is done, well take our leave and go"

Whether it was from the tipsy-ness of the cheap liquor, or the sense of euphoria the shanty was bringing you, you you decided to clear your throat and prepare you voice. With a devious smile and your head leaned forward, you started the next verse;

"As far as I've heard, the fights still on," Looking up, your voice increased, as did your smile and the light in your eyes "The lines not cut, and the whales not gone!"

Hopping up on a wobbly stool for emphasis, you continued your verbal tale

"The Wellerman makes his irregular run-"

"To encourage the captain, crew and all!" Everyone joined in, even the newest recruits and the grumpiest of goers, not being able to resist. It was almost like they were in this joyful trance, Singing along-

"Soon may the Wellerman come! to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the touguin' is done, well take our leave and go-o, Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum, one day, when the touguin' is done, we'll take our leave and goooo!"

You raised your arms, as if brining up the sound with them, as you held out the last note. Nothing could compare to this-the pure joy and freedom, no responsibilities, management. You erupted in howling laughter once more, the only way you could express such feelings. Hopping down, a couple taller sinners patted you on the back almost as a congratulations, one even managed to ruffle your hair before you punched him playfully in the arm, walking back to the beam where You once stood.

Feelings like this are very hard to come by in the place of eternal damnation. You wished it could last forever. But sadly, as you should have seen coming, all good things come to an end.